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| January 2 2002 Wednesday Wet the bed again. Broke my new year's resolution. Broke water and broke ny new year's resolution. Joke. Ha bloody ha. I went to see the doctor and asked him if I could be circumcised. Didn't mention the bed-wetting. He wanted to know why I wanted to be circumcised. I told him I'd recently changed schools and that I was now a pupil at Cohen and Goldberg College and I wanted to be like the other boys. He took my blood pressure. Then he said the operation could be quite painful for boys of my age, and that usually it was only done for health reasons. I told him that it couldn't be as painful as having a willy that was only five and three quarter inches long and that it would do my health no end of good if it was a couple of inches longer. He muttered something about there not being a law against people mutilating themselves and that he would see what he could do, but that I was obviously a very low priority case and would probably be at the bottom of a very long waiting list. Typical National Health Service then - they think something's wrong with your head and you get to see a psychiatrist almost immediately, but when it comes to something important like the size of your dick there's a waiting list a mile long. Chips and double cheese baconburger with a fried egg on top for tea again. Thanks mother. |