Girls, I had such fun at cocktails tonight. I was trying to recount to Mr. Twinkle the whole plan we hatched with Dibbs, about convincing a former/prospective beau to help bust her grandfather out of the retirement community for lunch at Long John Silvers, and we were both hysterical with laughter.
I also tried to delve for information about the enlarged scrotum thing, but my efforts were fruitless. I guess when you're a guy, you're only familiar with your own, whereas women in the modern age may have seen several up close and personal...especially if your job is one that takes you into the operating room, where mens' junk is apparently flopping freely about. Mr. Twinkle was fully aware that when you have knee surgery, everyone in the room sees your bidniss. I suppose I thought it was more like getting a massage, where they tastefully wrap you in various sheets for your comfort and modesty.
Anyway, thank you for the laughs...Classic Cocktail Hours are too few and far between, but always worth the wait!
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