vituperation

I have officially been neutered, as of 30 minutes ago. I’m still high as a kite from the Halcion, but my readers are so important I had to share the experience.

Warning: There is a photograph below that may disturb you. There’s a second one that might offend you, might titillate you. You have been notified.

2 halcions + 30 minutes = Happy Zippy the Pinhead.

Once I was high, I got fascinated by the aquarium.

What I saw when I first laid down.

The view down my legs. I’m nekkid under that white paper sheet at
the bottom of the picture, ladies.

Here I lay on the bed, taking a picture of my drug-addled self.

Gloves and lidocaine. In a different situation, they can be used for fun.

They tried to hide the instruments of death under a napkin, but they
still looked evil.

Strangely, there’s a semi-toilet in the room with me. God only knows what it’s
used for. The sound of a turd plopping into a metal pot is a pretty unique sound.
Trust me. I know.

Dr. Morg@n smiles as he prepares to stick the world’s largest needle
into my scrotum. Yes, it hurt.

A section of my betadined ballsack is exposed for all to see.
Look closely, that’s a segment of freshly cauterized vas deferens poking out of it.

Dr. Morg@n smiles as he prepares to so something evil with the scissors.

For the ladies, a picture of my styling new duds.
I get to wear this for 4 or 5 days. Envy me.

Now if you’ll excuse me, the local is wearing off, my balls hurt, and I’m sleepy as hell from the drugs.

Good night.