The table my computer is sitting on right now is old. Very old. Been in the family for like a century at least. I’ve been using it to hold my computer for the past three years now. Been nice.
Now and then, my grandma mentions the table. She says what it’s been used for in the past. Earlier this evening was one of those times. In fact, as she informed me, in 1917 when her brother was born, the doctor set him on this table to circumcise him.
Did I REALLY need to know that?!
*looks at table*
Ewww.
😆
Don’t take it for granted; that’s the closest you’ve ever been to a guy’s schlong. Zing! 😉
That’s just wrong in so many ways, dude. 😆
… Remind me not to eat at your house.
Like, ever.
Ken, that was like the best zinger that I didn’t say ever!
Dude…eep. I don’t think I want to be eating on that table!
By the way, good zinger, Ken!
I don’t eat off this table. My computer sits on it. Our eating tables, as far as I know, have hosted no circumcisions. :b: