A picture that has nothing to do with genitals

Some have suggested that my last two pictures were suggestive of sex organs, to which I say, "Uh . . ."

In lieu of anything meaningful to write about (I'm a tad hungover), I'll share something from work on Friday.

I walked into the bathroom, where two guys I didn't know were talking by the mirror. While attending to my business, I heard the short, balding one with the seven-months-pregnant beer belly whine, "The doctor said if I lost weight I wouldn't get diabetes, but I can't lose the damn weight. The doctor won't give me no diet pills to help me, either. I told her sometimes people need help. I told her you can't just tell people to start running five miles a day and eating vegetables. I'm 56 damn years old."

But you're never too young to look for the lazy solution in a pill, eh? Have fun with that insulin, bub.