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2002-02-21 11:45 p.m. The HTs. PART 1. A few weeks ago, my work colleague K. mentioned that she had a horse. I was not terribly surprised, seeing as lots of girls enjoy horses. I think that�no matter how much they deny it�they just die for the ability to be in control of a huge, pounding muscle between their legs. But, that is not the point. Days and weeks passed and occasionally K. would mention her horse. One day, she was especially excited to give me a horse update. K.: Justin, guess what. Justin: What? K.: My horse is having surgery next week. Justin: Um, ok. [Don't care, don't care, don't care.] K.: Don't you want to know what kind of surgery? Justin: Um, no. [Don't care, don't care, don't care.] K.: I will give you a hint. It is getting some things removed. Holy god almighty. Her horse was going to join the ranks of the equestrian eunuchs. Snip, snip. Horse ball relocation program. Shooting blanks forever. I was suddenly overwhelmed with joy at the possibility. Justin: Can I have the little buddies after they cut them off? I mean, why not? One horse's loss in another man's gain, right? Luckily, Karina was a good sport and she agreed with me. She was not grossed out. She did not say I was weird. She was not offended. She told me that she would ask the doctor to save them for me. It was just as easy as simply knowing what I wanted and asking for it. No problem. I missed work Monday and Tuesday due to some weird sickness thing I picked up. Something involving lungs and phlegm and taking codeine. I called Tollef at work while laying in bed sick. Tollef: So, how are you feeling? Justin: Bad. Tollef: That is too bad. You are probably going to be especially bummed because someone had something for you here today. One of the receptionists had a special package for you. Justin: Rad! Is it the new iBook Jean ordered for me? Tollef: Well, no. Let's just say it's initials are H.T. I had to get better. I had to be healed. I thought healthy thoughts and took vitamins. I rested. I went to bed early. I needed to get to well and go back to work. The horse testicles were waiting for me! So, it turned out that is was really not a big deal that I missed a few days. K. did not give the HTs to anyone else. I guess most people were not as excited about them as I was. In fact, the people she showed them to were mostly pretty upset by the fact that she had two gigantic horse testicles in a jar, carelessly lolling about in a bath of rubbing alcohol.
Needless to say, I was about as excited as I could have possibly been. Dude my very own gigantic, severed horse testicles. The HTs. I thought I was going to cry. I hugged Karina and thanked her a thousand times and ran off to my office to spend some alone time with my new friends.
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