burnee54
East Upper Hermit
Hello.
I am looking for some advice from the sages of NSC.
I spent this glorious spring day in the garden, painting the chicken run woodwork with Ronseal weatherproofing in the shade of Seagrass, A colour that I found happily matches almost perfectly the compost bin. Having completed two coats I went indoors for a shower and shave before retiring to The Stanley for some well-earned reward.
As is my usual practice, while having my second "thorough" shave of the seven day period, I was astonished to notice that I had very suddenly developed the ball sack of an old man. There they swung, a full inch and a half lower than they had on Wednesday. My scrotum was descending faster that the lift in a Tokyo Hotel.
Is this normal I ask?
Is it some kind of second adolescence that I had not previously been made aware of? Will my voice adopt an even lower register than it does currently? Perhaps, by the morning I will be a nicely rounded tenor, people may well stop me in the street for a bit of Nessun Dorma, while waiting for the bus.
It's very unsettling you know, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror of the cabinet door whilst stepping into the shower, and noticing that you are doing a passable impression of the "last turkey in the shop."
Any helpful comments would be appreciated.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
I await an explanation at your pleasure.
I am looking for some advice from the sages of NSC.
I spent this glorious spring day in the garden, painting the chicken run woodwork with Ronseal weatherproofing in the shade of Seagrass, A colour that I found happily matches almost perfectly the compost bin. Having completed two coats I went indoors for a shower and shave before retiring to The Stanley for some well-earned reward.
As is my usual practice, while having my second "thorough" shave of the seven day period, I was astonished to notice that I had very suddenly developed the ball sack of an old man. There they swung, a full inch and a half lower than they had on Wednesday. My scrotum was descending faster that the lift in a Tokyo Hotel.
Is this normal I ask?
Is it some kind of second adolescence that I had not previously been made aware of? Will my voice adopt an even lower register than it does currently? Perhaps, by the morning I will be a nicely rounded tenor, people may well stop me in the street for a bit of Nessun Dorma, while waiting for the bus.
It's very unsettling you know, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror of the cabinet door whilst stepping into the shower, and noticing that you are doing a passable impression of the "last turkey in the shop."
Any helpful comments would be appreciated.
Thanks for taking the time to read this.
I await an explanation at your pleasure.
