(December 3, 2017 at 1:19 pm)Gawdzilla Sama Wrote: An early notch came when my Dr. in Indiana OD'd me on oxycontin. (I was in a fog from day one.) While recovering I was in hospital and had a urinal event going. The hospital chaplain, a woman, steamed into my room without knocking.
"Hi, I'm our chaplain! How's it going?
"It ain't, and if it doesn't they'll have to put a catheter in it."
She looked at the sheet tentage and realized I had my dick in my hand right then.
She never visited me again.
That's were they went wrong. Given your fascination with guns and all things that go bang they should have thrown a bucket of cordite over you. Ten minutes later you would have been jumping around like a two year old.
Get well soon.
It's amazing 'science' always seems to 'find' whatever it is funded for, and never the oppsite. Drich.
