This is pretty much verbatim the exchange between myself and and the vet's assistant at the Dallas SPCA this week. That's my argument and I'm sticking to it. Ken really had a blast when he heard about it, nevermind the fact that HE never noticed his little kitty balls. On the up side, Skitz is feeling as hyper as he was when he had testicles.

I'm sitting in my hotel room in Lubbock. This city is exactly as exciting as I was led to believe. That is to say, not at all. I went to the Walmart to catch another glimpse of the cross section of America that keeps professional wrestling on the air and maybe get a couple of cheap DVDs. It's like the universe distilled everything that makes Lubbock what it is and placed it smack dab in the middle of that store to ferment. It was fascinating yet horrible, like watching two severely retarded children knife fight to the death.