Who would have thunk it? Last night on the national news the report came across the airwaves about the first successful penis transplant. The next one may be when Trump enters the White House. At any rate old Kadizzle put on his organ donor card that his penis is not available to anyone else when he dies. That is for their own protection. Yup, Kadizzle's long time friend has gone into retirement. The poor fellow took the prostate surgery pretty hard. The doctor did not make a big deal out of it, but in order to reconnect the magic pee tube he had to shorten Willy. The consequences of having Willy shortened become apparent when you pee all over the place because now your fire hose does not work the way it used too. Let me elaborate. Gravity used to make sure Willy was correctly aimed under some circumstances. Men will perhaps figure out what Kadizzle means. Women, don't even try.
As if all this was not bad enough, Kadizzle has become acutely aware that Willy is addicted to testosterone. Without the magic testosterone all Willy wants to do is pee, no more of the fun stuff. Where did the testosterone go? Well, guess who else likes testosterone? Those nasty little cancer cells that cause prostate cancer like testosterone. So some genius doctor figured you could starve the cancer by cutting off the testosterone. Great plan, but Willy sure as hell wanted no part of it. So now Willy who was once a proud citizen standing tall is a hopeless volunteer that just barely gets his job done of peeing successfully.
What do we do now? Perhaps a penis transplant will solve the problem. Now for a little good news. Kadizzle is nearing the end of the testosterone famine. Kadizzle has had his last shot of Lupron. What in the hell is Lupron? Lupron is a magic drug that suppressed the production of testosterone. You know the boys who live right below Willy and make the testosterone? Their little factory has been shut down. So they must be somewhere in the South of France. Gradually if the doctors are telling the truth the factory will start up this fall, and Kadizzle will become a he man again. Problem solved. Well yes and no. Maybe the boys will come back, and Willy will get "Randy" as the British say, but there is still the shorting problem. This is where the transplant comes in.
Now how do you go about this. When you sign up for the list do you get to choose size and color. This could all lead to some interesting conversations. Once the transplant is over Kadizzle can just imagine telling The Commander " Meet our new friend". With Willy no longer in the picture the new guy will have to acquire a name. To be politically correct Kadizzle will not mention some of the names one might choose if the new guy is from a different ethnic group, but use your imagination, and you are bound to laugh.
Kadizzle will sure hate to see Willy go, because we had so many adventures together. It wasn't Willy's fault the cancer came. Willy could get carried away, but he never got us any disease or for that matter any children Kadizzle did not plan for. Of course Willy was not perfect, but who is? Willy had his faults, he would distract Kadizzle too many times. Willy was a schemer, but his intentions were good. Thankya Jesus he cannot read, or he would be pissed off right now. All of this is making Kadizzle sentimental, and having second thoughts about giving Willy another chance. OK, Willy we have gone through a lot together, we're going to stick it out to the end.
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
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