Performance Anxiety

So my mother (hi, mom) went ahead and, without my permission, gave my blog address to someone I know after he sent her a Mazel-Tov on your new grandson email. This someone (Hi Michael) is near the top of my funniest people list (way, way below Jeff of course).

Now that I know he may be reading this, I can't think of a single thing to write that doesn't seem either really gay, or just not at all funny.

I feel like a man who just can't get it up. Good God, I've got a limp dick.