Those of you who know me know that most of my joints make many a wonderful popping noise. You’ll also know that I enjoy saunas. The two combined is a joy. Getting all hot, letting the muscles relax then twisting in front of members of the public while my spine makes a noise like a box of firecrackers going off.
Well, one kine person has recently informed me that saunas can render a gentleman infertile, if only temporarily. Basically, sperm develop at a temperature slightly below that of body temperature – hence the location of the little soldier factories and the fact that is moves away from / in towards the body depending on temperature.
So along with excessive cycling, long periods of time behind the wheel of a car and bashing your balls together with bricks, you can add taking a relaxing sauna to the list of things that you can’t enjoy without fearing your little soldiers are keeling over and dying.
In this instance, so eloquently put as “boil in the bag tadpoles”.
a new one is “Goats Cheese, Tastes like Philadelphia, only with evil in it”
But Philadelphia *is* evil…