Not really.
Been today for an appointment to the urology department at our super hospital.
After the wait of “If you sit there” “they will call “ Sniff sniff.
Now if you don’t want to listen to something of a sexual nature, Don’t read any further.
Being an open sort of person and of course realising you don’t really know me, here goes.
I was called into the room by a …….Woman…… “Sit down here”…. “Can I call you Colin” “Yep” I responded sheepishly
When was the last time you had an…….
Don’t want to go in to much detail
It seems the only help they can offer is…
A pump..
They are making an appointment for me to actually see a sales rep..
What the hell is he going to do with it??
Hope he doesn’t want me to participate
It seems there is a pump to help and a band to keep it sort of... well...well..stiff.
It seems my life has turned to using a suction pump and a band to help with the matrimonial stuff .
“Have you got a moment dear on the foot pump”
“Just peeling the potatoes dear”
Having said that it could be used as a spaghetti holder if I get fed up
If I work it well I’ve got something for the car tyres “Puff puff”
Just sitting brushing the cob webs away..

Did you know there was a pill that was tested for angina (chest pains) and it didn’t work at all and had an unusual side affect. The men testing the pill (the testees) didn’t want to give it up because of the side affect. So the makers changed the name and began selling it as Viagra.