It's practically got one of those old hand cranks that Andy Griffith used to have to use for Sara to get him a number in Mt. Pilot. By God if someone's going to hear about my sperm rod, I PURPOSELY have to type in sultry comments about my sperm rod! And don't even get me started on my beautifully shaped gonad balls.
Today, I got her to forward an email from home to me here at work and asked her to text me when it was sent. She did it and tried to text me "re-emailed". Her phone sent me one word-"trematoda".
Good God, don't send me that. It is a parasitic flatworm. Although . . . . .I could probably eat all day then and not get any fatter. Hmmmm.