Giving blood is cool. Sure it hurts and there's always the chance of lasting injury, but what other charity in the world gives you free juice and cookies (sometimes even pizza), a cool sticker that exhorts people to be nice to you because you gave up your VERY LIFE BLOOD FOR THEIR PETTY WELLBEING (the stickers should say, "Fuck Me, I Gave Blood"), AND gives you an excuse to lay around and do nothing for an entire day. It gives me a buzz, too.
The problem is, those Red Cross people have no sense of humor. When they ask if I "have had sex, even once, with a another man since 1977" and I ask if that includes 1977 or say, "No, Not since '77" they don't even crack a smile. Am I just nuts, or is that just a TINY bit amusing, since I would obviously been a toddler in '77? Maybe they hear it all the time, I dunno.
Crap. I gotta pay my rent today. I am accepting cash donations from my readers!