Dungeon castrations!!??

There have to be better things to do in life than this I mean how can you possibly go through with something like that?

I'm not very lucky with girls, but things will have to get a damn sight worse before you find me letting people without medical licenses cut my nuts off.

Then, then, they had a wide variety of prosthetics. If you wouldn't cut them off in the first place, you wouldn't need a prosthetic! I just hope they were like special colors or glow-in-the-dark or something.

This quote is priceless:

"Assuming that the victims consented to this — and we don't know that for sure yet — that doesn't make it a defense," he said. "We can't have people who are not medical doctors lopping off limbs and other body parts."

I laugh every time I read it.

This will be the only time in my life I ever google "prosthetic testicles" I hope. There's a lot of love for fake dog testicles on the web, by the way.



This guy owns a company that sells them. My life is complete. "Three Firmness Selections in Multiple Sizes."



In other business, I was going to blog the hell out of the Gala this Saturday, but it was a total bore. There were like five women of breeding age in the entire place and they were all married. The food sucked. I, surprisingly enough, had already met 40 percent of the crowd.

The only interesting thing that did happen was the jazz band covered Killing Me Softly With His Song, by the Fugees. The Gala was for a local hospital. If I knew the definiton of irony I would lean towards it for that one.

I miss Lauren Hill. But they have a new album coming out. Hooray.




This is the table. That was the highlight of the evening.




This is my favorite condiment. This was not at the Gala. This was after.




I made Mike pass out. Wuss.