Well, that's very nice. But if that's the case, I'm painting a big peace sign on my van, buying a bong, and moving to Canada. Last week, en route to N'awlins, I hurriedly filed a piece with an unfortunate typo. This better be good. Unfortunately, I'm not sure how good this will be.
Scrotal torque is a term which has gained some currency over the last year.
She recently used the phrase again in her review of Michael Isikoff's book in the current issue of Slate . I had hoped to set the record straight with a nexis search, but my researches have proved fruitless. Doctors feared that urban youths who spun like dervishes on their backs might suffer from scrotal torque, which involves torque and scrotal stuff I care not to describe, and certainly not from memory. Mom loved the phrase and has used it ever since. When I am speaking to large groups of corporate fat cats who lavish me with cash and fancy hotel rooms, I am often asked what I did before I slowly went insane writing an obscure Internet column in which my couch plays a prominent role.