Whinging, Part II


Maybe you have the flu.  Or an ovarian cyst.  In other words, we’re completely fucking useless.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

3 responses »

  1. I didn't know Peenee's first name and middle initial were “Preparation H.”! (All y'all gotta quit feeding me straight lines, or I'm gonna need to join Weight Watchers.)


  2. Goodness…Now I'm worried! You take care of yourself out there.

    Anyway I blame that Creature from the Blore/Lorre Lagoon brunch you had. I'm sure that's how you get ovarian cysts, from bad brunches.


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