Herman

I went to a dance recently where I spent some time with Herman the German. He's a ovum you see, he bounces. Not that thats anything that needs to be pointed out, after all, all German Herman ovums bounce about in some way or another. It was a specatular night filled with lights, comrodaty, gnawing 17+ tounge swaping action, and loud, oh my why so loud music. The thing is that Herman, our bouncing German ovum, was quite lonely at this throbing musical event. I spoke with him while he was sitting at a table and inquired to him about his apparent lonleyness. This is what he said.

"At least you have legs."

That was it. I left the table with newly aquired feelings of somber guilt.