I went wandering around town looking for a reasonably priced padel racquet (bat, stick?) and there were none. So I had a salad full of depression for lunch again.
I've indulged for the last 6 years, it's about time I sorted myself out, been running for a few months and doing weights now. Thinking about it I should have fixed my diet first. Hindsight eh?
A male patient is lying in bed in the hospital, wearing an oxygen
mask over his mouth and nose. A young student nurse (celery) appears and
gives him a partial sponge bath.
"Nurse,"' he mumbles from behind the mask, "are my testicles black?"
Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, "I don't know, Sir. I'm only
here to wash your upper body and feet."
He struggles to ask again, "Nurse, please check for me. Are my
testicles black?"
Concerned that he might elevate his blood pressure and heart rate
from worrying about his testicles, he overcomes his embarrassment
and pulls back the covers.
He raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles
gently in the other.
He looks very closely and says, "There's nothing wrong with them,
Sir. They look fine."
The man slowly pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at him, and says
very slowly, "Thank you very much. That was wonderful. Now listen
very, very closely: