I don't know why. Okay? I just, I can understand that dude trying to turn himself into a jaguar, or whatever, and piercings are hot. But why would you want to pump two liters of saline into your balls and then smash them with a hammer? Why? It's so... okay, I was going to say permanent, and I get that tattoos and piercings are relatively permanent (if that's not an oxymoron), but OW OW OWIE OW SPLAT. You know? God.
So now I'm eating vanilla brownie ice cream and listening to Al Green, and all is better. Except I keep looking at the ice cream and thinking Dear god, no. Surely not. And let us not speak of grits.
Hey! TrickC Day is coming up! YAY.
Chariots of Fire, by Al Green