A very normal day

[ridicully]

As I had spent the whole morning jumping up and down, wondering where all this energy came from, I decided to finish on of my mothers ongoing DIY-projects -- some kind of shelf for the bathroom.
We did leave the house discussing if the colour of paint we were looking for was diarrhea or vomit, and met an donkey on the street.
Now, my parents live near Frankfurt, normally just finding an animal larger than a dog is difficult, where the hell did this ass come from?

In the end we left with some paint I immediately called 'ejaculate' and my mothers questioning "this much?" prompted my current attempts at trying to remember if bulls were the ones with much liquid and little sperm and boars with little liquid and much sperm or the other way round. After two month of holidays, the only thing my brain is willing to recall is the fact that the lessons mostly start with "Has anyone seen the artificial vagina?" and end with twenty more ore less bored women watching the slowly dying sperms under the microscope.
[ETA:Probably the latter one -- boars produce this interesting foam. Why, oh why are my andrology books in Leipzig when the reproductive clinic has no transcripts available on the net?]

Comments

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LOL at your "interesting" paint colour choices. I'm glad you went with "ejaculate" in the end. Sounds much nicer than the other two. ::grin::

The donkey thing reminds me of the time I went to check the mailbox only to find a horse in my front yard. There is defintely something surreal about finding an animal that large roaming around where you don't expect it. Probably not as strange in my case - we lived in rural North Carolina at the time, and it was the escapee of a neighbor), but odd, just the same.

:-)
Wendy
Who can honestly say she has never uttered the words, "has anyone seen the artificial vagina." ::grin::