This is one of the first images that came up after I googled "gross", which for all those of you who know my true identity is a truly eerie coincidence. Which brings me to why I googled "gross". Last week, I fell into a rose bush doing some eXtreme gardening, and rather than getting a thorn in my side, was beset rather by a pain in the ass. I pulled out about 4 cm of the top part of the thorn immediately, and was horribly perturbed to feel and lingering mass somewhere in my junk. And it's not like when you get one in your finger, because you can SEE that to get it out, whereas my location would have tripped up even veteran members of Cirque de Soleil. Enter the human immune system! It can working this stuff out for itself, it just needs about a week...and some puss. Glory, hallowed be thy name, I got the rest of it out just this evening!
Hope you enjoyed that dinner as much the second time around.
