Though sometimes they still make me blush! As if their shockingly blunt speech - and totally unreserved, utterly inappropriate choice of subject matter - wasn't mentally scarring enough for me, my nurses had to take it one step further.
Nurse #1 : Wow, look at that! How did it get so dark?
Nurse #2 : Yeah, mine's definitely not that dark.
Nurse #1 : Certainly not that pigmented. But mine's a bit more curved.
Nurse #2 : Less hair certainly.
Nurse #1 : Obviously they have something against shaving.
Nurse #2 : Maybe I should take a look at mine again.
Nurse #1 : With a mirror? You can borrow my compact.
Paul : If I had a vagina, I'd be depressed.
Obviously with their overwhelming numbers, the nurses sometimes forget I'm just standing there. Me. A man. Without a vagina.
And yes, that was a brief dialogue about their respective vaginas. Or should I say the labial region. Always so surprising to see how women bond over their physical similarities and differences without even a fearful hint of homophobia.
If you talk about my balls, I'm gonna have to hit you!
Obviously blithely unconcerned with the entire female genital area, gay boys with little recollection of secondary school biology would have zero inkling about what I'm talking about. To put that into perspective, the near direct equivalent would be having two strapping fellows in the showers talking about the colouring of their scrotums.
Seriously I have a peculiar preference for spectacularly low-hanging balls but that hasn't led me to effusively compliment another gentleman on his swinging good fortune. Or whether he enjoys a bit of tea-bagging. Though I can be pretty ballsy, I still have some sense of self-preservation after all! No doubt before I've finished my unrestrained words of praise, I'd have gotten an uncomplimentary fist in my eye.