Imagine my surprise when I opened the paper at work the other day and on the front page was a picture and article about the petrified penis bone of a now extinct Walrus. It was too funny, as the preacher a nice, but often judmental and prudish fellow, was sitting next to me and you should have seen the beautiful and multiple shades of red that man's face turned when, not believing me, he grabbed the paper away and stared straight into the unblinking eye of the thing.

  I'm not sure why one would be embarrassed so profoundly by something that they themselves possess, especially not of an animal that has expired a great many years ago. God did in fact create both the animal and his memeber, so what's the problem? If you allow yourself to get that affected by something like that, how do you manage to take a shower or change your clothes in the morning without having a complete and utter break down?

 Some things are most peculiar.

  Hoosier~