My Son's Ass

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My son Andy is getting a colonoscopy next Wednesday, so please keep all of your feeners and toeses crossed for the well-being of his ass.

Being a very supportive parent, I informed Andy that I am going to bring my Nikon Coolpix digital camera; a tripod (actually just one of the "tri's," (i.e. an "unepod" (pronounced "oon' pod"))); and an industrial-sized tub of lubricant - just in case the camera on the colonoscopy probe messes up (hey - there's no telling where it's been).

("Sit Andy . . . OK - this Coolpix camera has a 3x optical zoom lens so you're gonna have to sit harder . . . C'mon now - sit *really* hard!")




At 1:40 on Wednesday afternoon you may commence with the ceremonial "crossing of the digits" (see "feeners and toeses" above).

Formal and informal prayers from any and all denominations are also welcome, as is the simple but effective option of "thinking good thoughts."

Thank you.


"Go Andy's butt!"
(Olde Irish cheer, typically attributed to a "G. O'wen" of the County Kolping)

"Hide all your fears inside of your jokes"
(A. Smith, slightly paraphrased for the blogger's benefit)




[EDITOR'S NOTE: For those of you who may be wondering: "My goodness . . . is nothing sacred (or private) with regards to this blog?" The answer would be: "No, not yet . . . but thanks for asking!"]

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