Thursday, October 14th, 2010
This will be funny, I promise.
Several weeks ago I woke up with hemorrhoids. I didn’t know I had them, but I knew something was wrong because I had an uncomfortable feeling where, well, the place where hemorrhoids like to crop up. So I did the only thing any self-respecting male does when he knows he needs the doctor: I ignored the problem.
And, of course, I had a lot of good reasons for not visiting the doctor too: