Boy Number 47
The Wizard is here!
with his circumcision rock
Hope you are not last
Tonight on the carpool ride home I laughed until I cried, and it was because of the story of the wizard and his semi-sharp circumcision rock. Apparently in some far off country, in some even more remote village, the boys are circumcised by the elderly circumcision wizard who only makes his rounds once a month. All the little boys have to be taken care of in some sort of macabre Ford factory assembly line fashion, stretching their little penises across a flat rock so the wizard can get a good whack. The carpool driver said she saw this story years ago but the vision of all those poor little boys stretching their penises across the rock still haunts her to this day. I can only imagine the horror of being boy number 47, waiting as the wizard got closer. And ever. More. Tired.
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