get my glottis pierced

too many people expressed profound concern . . .

had his tonsils taken out something slipped, and the doctor sliced off his uvula. This was the origin of a silly story my grandfather liked to tell:

Apparently, my grandfather had a friend who was very gullible. In the course of conversation, this friend asked my grandfather why it was that yankees were referred to as “blue-bellied yankees.” My grandfather told him that it was because their bellies were really blue. “No,” said the gullible man. But my grandfather insisted: “no, these labels exist for a reason. Don’t you know why they are called Blackfoot Indians? It’s because their feet are really black!” Again the gullible man expressed doubt. “Look,” said my grandfather, “I’ll prove it to you. Do you know how they always say that Frenchmen have no palette? Well, I’m only half French, and look!” whereupon he opened his mouth to exhibit his lack of punching bag.

I’m closer to a quarter French, and I am happy to say, I still have my glottis.

I’m hesitating to execute this goal, though, since I’ve heard rumors that one runs a 1 in 3 chance of losing all sensation “down there.” ;)