One. I knew that polyp looked to angelic to be cancerous. It is offically non-cancerous, just as it looked. I think my colon was just bored.
Two. I mentioned to Gary this morning that after five days, the Colon Factory has resumed normal operations and is again producing poo, so, "My colon isn't pink and perfect anymore. It's all mucked up again."
A realization crossed Gary's face. "Oh, no," Gary said, drolly. "I missed my chance to put my penis up there."
Yeah, you did fella. And that window won't be open for ten more years.