I work very hard to write the best stuff that I can for this blog and I always try to make it funny, thoughtful, but above all, a quality read that I can be proud of. I often fall a little short on the first two, but I don't compromise on the quality. If I don't think it is good enough, I let it collect dust in the draft file until I feel I can salvage bits of it for a good post. You are my reader and I owe you the best that I can muster, but this time I didn't.
I got drunk and wrote something stupid, but I published it anyway because I thought it was funny at the time. A twelve pack tends to hinder my mental filter as far as what is in good taste and lowers my personal bar of what I think is funny.
Don't get me wrong, I still think genitals are funny, but asking you about yours is in poor taste. A few of my loyal readers responded to the question that I posed, and for going along with my goofiness, I thank you. You are good sports, one and all.
The next day I reread what I had written and I was a little embarrassed. Not only was I vulgar and rude, but it was badly written and poorly thought out. I chuckled to myself as to what a dumb ass I can be at times and then I clicked on the comments. Most were funny, and a few even answered the question, but when I got to, "Doc, WTF?" I knew I'd fucked up. It takes a good pal to tell you when you are fucking up, and be grateful if you have a pal that will do that for you. Thank You.
If Flannery had been here, I would have run it past her and she would have looked me in the eye and said, "Are you out of your damn mind?" or something to that effect. Unfortunately, she was in Nashville, so I had another beer and published the dumbest thing I've ever written. I was drunk enough to convince myself that Da Vinci carved David, and I could ask you about your naughty bits for the sake of Science.
I was going to take the post down, but on consideration, I'll leave it stand. It will be the example I will use as a yardstick before I ever push the "Publish Post" button again. So if I ever get swell-headed and cocky, or just plain fuck up again, just remind me that it might be a question of anatomy.
Doc