SOMETHING UNDER PRESSURE

Make no mistake: I am very fond of my apartment mate. But she's on the spectrum. So am I. But her more so. Which means that I just listened to twenty minutes of something that went wrong several weeks ago (which I had already heard before, I remembered all the details) in full detail. Which was not pursuant anthing at all. Now she's on about the most common car colours. And a pink custom paint job.

Everytime I get home from work I'm a bit bushed and need time to recover. This isn't helping, especially because at work today during a break in the game I got to hear about someone's problematic prostate, which had required medical intervention -- it's surprising how many of those people have prostate issues, maybe it's political -- and please understand that I do not regard prostatatic thingy as a diverting subject of conversation, ever, but I had only myself to blame, because for entertainment purposes I've been timing the old fellows when they rush to the loo. Three minutes. Sometimes it's five. Or ten.

If you want to know more about the prostate, and how it's your friend, do visit the Wikipedia article about it. It's quite fascinating, you'll love it. Especially the bit about fibrous tissue, and enodscopic view angles.


Or you could invite me to your next boyscout meet, and I'll tell the little fellows all about it. With family-viewing suitable diagrams and schematics. Bright attractive colours!

Remarkably, the fellows over in the North-East corner (pipe club) did not discuss prostateries at all. Instead, the absence of cold cuts, fancy cheeses, and pâté was mentioned. Neil, who normally gets those for us, is in the hospital with heart valve issues.
We all hope he recovers and will be back soon.
That has nothing to do with pâté.

The condition of their prostates is unknown to me. I have not asked. They have not out of the blue volunteered any information. I know more about their pipes than their prostates. One of them likes Dublins and sleek billiards, another has a thing for Oom Pauls, and Nick has some Rhodesians of which he's very fond.

I think there were equal numbers of Balkan lovers and VaPer huffers.
Not a single aromatic. That lack was not keenly felt.


There was brief mention of dermoid cysts.
We shall speak no more about it.




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