Fake pyramids

Today was a lovely day. A perfect day to climb a pyramid - if you have someone to climb it with, which sadly, I don't. Well, that's not entirely true, since I know quite a few ladies that would gladly follow me anywhere. To them it is the company that matters, not the actual trip. (something I'm guilty of myself) However none of them are really all that interesting, and have their own motives so I've abandoned that idea.

But then again, I don't really care about pyramids; especially fake pyramids. Yes. There are such things in this world. I do care about cats though. When I say cats, I mean my cat, Rex which has decided it's a good idea to sleep in my lap as I type this dribble.

I have to sit like a schoolgirl now, so that I don't disturb Rex's sleep. I guess I'm a nice guy when cats are concerned. However, by balls are getting warm now and I have it on good authority that the reason that the balls are on the outside of the body (a dreadful design flaw) is because of temperature regulation; and I'm quite fond of my balls. I don't mean I have an affection towards them, it's just that they release testosterone and that's what makes me a man. I quite like being a man.

Rex has farted.

...

Rex has been escorted out of the room.

Now. Where was I?

Oh yes, balls. Hmm. Come to think of it, it's a rather bad subject for a first ever blog post.

Oh my.

Is this how I'll be remembered? By balls?

What am I saying. Get a grip.

Dear reader, I would like to apologize for my display of vanity and mentioning balls too many times. I promise there will be no mention of balls in the following posts. (damn it, I did it again)