Just My Luck

I thought that was just another of my grandfather’s boring WWII sayings. Like, ‘as the crow flies’ or ‘pert-near’ or ‘and if a frog had wings it wouldn’t bump its ass when it hops’ or ‘built like a brick shit house’ or ‘tell anyone what I made you do and I will fucking kill you. […]

For people who get paid to finger asses all day, proctologists sure get all high and mighty when you tell them there's fiver in it for them if at the end of the rectal exam they massage your prostate and give you a happy ending.