Dotty Parker

a weary world

The world is full of jokes, commentary, worry, and general exhaustion when it comes to discussions about sex. I, as a child, used to wonder how that could be. Such a fascinating, mysterious, mystical realm, it seemed. Who could tire of talking about it? What commentary could be unwelcome?

Oh, but let me share with you my new discovery. I know it's new to few others in this big world already weary of sex-talk, but to me, receiving unsolicited comments on this blog is just shockingly odd.

I must explain that I don't want to have my penis enlarged. It would first necessitate the acquisition of one and then the decision that the model I had chosen was inadequate for my needs. Perhaps I should allow for the possibility that I have made poor choices in my life, that I wish I had purchased a larger car for example, or made better use of my bookshelf. Choosing a new body part size, however, seems to me better discussed with a doctor than an internet person who sells some kind of medication that will induce neurofibromatosis or elephantiasis (also called lymphatic philariasis, caused by parasitic worms. Maybe that's what you get in that bottle of capsules.), prosthetic device, or attachment.

So that's that for the parasitic penis enlargement as far as my penis is concerned.

Then there are the drug advertisements. Try this one! It's the best one there is! We aren't telling you what it does, but it's the best!

Annoying. Irritating. And even more annoying since I already take one of the ones being advertised in my comments. Bastards. They put up an ad for oloft-zay, a drug that is supposed to send those sad, bluesy, irritable feelings skipping down the road. Well, my darlings, this taker of oloft-zay is full of ire and would dearly love to kick someone right in the pants.

Generally, I wouldn't be so irritated by this. These are par for the course, I suppose. Who knows, I may have mentioned them myself at some point. But I got five of these in one day. Two of them for "fissing pantasies". What?!

I'll probably get a thousand of them now that I have those two key words in there, but I'm hoping to avoid it by changing the letters around. And using pig Latin. I'm really ticked off about the whole damned thing. Hate it. But I'm glad I'm bi-lingual.

Pig Latin hasn't ever served me so well.

Posted by dotty at March 3, 2004 11:49 AM