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Mophine. Gimme mophine. Mo mo mo


washguy

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Thanks for the well wishes brothers.....you are the best  !   You brighten my day...heck you brigten my life !

Robots have feelings too......i think this one didnt like me..... i asked the team if i could take a look at him.... the Da Vinci robot looks like a skitter from falling skies series

All spidery with big ol articulated legs

But it was all wrapped up and  tall ..so i wake up in recovery with them pulling tape from my eyes.... nurse wants to know how did i get a puffy black eye?   Only thing i can think of is the leg knucle smacked me in the eye

Thats some funny stuff.   Azz whippin from head to toe. Ha

Just on your thoughts alone will will get me going.      THANK YOU ALL          Wash..

 

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Robots have feelings too......i think this one didnt like me..... i asked the team if i could take a look at him.... the Da Vinci robot looks like a skitter from falling skies series

All spidery with big ol articulated legs

But it was all wrapped up and  tall ..so i wake up in recovery with them pulling tape from my eyes.... nurse wants to know how did i get a puffy black eye?   Only thing i can think of is the leg knucle smacked me in the eye

I wonder if they mixed up robots and you got a Hound from Farenheit 451?

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Wash been away for a couple days so missed out on what happened to ya, but if you have a morphine pump it can't be good... whatever it was hang tough and I'll keep you in my prayers...

 

last I had one of those was when I had my first shoulder surgery... knew I was gonna be released the next day and asked if I could take leftovers home with me, nope, so I made sure there were no leftovers when I went home...  Doc saw I'd shot it all up and was surprised I was still awake... he didn't know Opiates act like speeders to me... yeah I know it's weird but if I take any Oxy after 8:00pm, I can't get to sleep before 4:00-500 in the morning...

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Gotta say Wash, this has really been bothering me.  We're all getting older and some of us have to face these unpleasantries.

So, even though I did the Garden Hose Camera Ride about a decade ago (docs were looking for the source of pain they couldn't find from the outside, good news is they couldn't find it with the 50ft phallic serpent either), thought it would be a good idea to maybe get checked again.

The urge was strong and I just happened to have a doctor's appointment yesterday.  After my exam, my short and petite hindi doctor asked "Are there any concerns you would like to address?"  Her empathy was genuine, listening as I told her about Wash's recent journey, the unidentified pain from years ago, and how I thought it would be a good idea to get an early prostate exam.

Glancing at her watch, she said "Well then you should probably get the exam done."

"Great!" I exclaimed, undoing my belt and dropping my pants.  "It should only take you a few seconds and then I can be on my way!"  Her mouth dropped open, probably because most men really shy away from prostate exams.  Not to lose the momentum, I grabbed a foil packet from a dispenser box off the counter that said "Lubricant", ripped it open and squirted it in my crack.  Loudly she said "We don't work this way!" stepping back a bit, eyes a bit wider.

"Really, it will only take a moment and I'm already here."

"JON!!" she yelled now as the door flew open, the only male doctor in the office barging in, "I am an optometrist and this is completely inappropriate!!"  The male doctor shouted "You need to get out right now!"

 

Aaaaawwwwwwkward.

 

Realizing I perhaps jumped the gun a bit and looking around the room, devoid of tissues to clean out my crack, only then did it hit me that the foil packet said "Lubricant, numbing," the first emptiness of no feeling starting to hit.  Rising up from my facedown position on the exam chair, quickly yanking up my pants and forcing past the two doctors, the hallway was now occupied by front desk and support staff armed with letter openers and unhinged Bostich staplers.  Face growing red with embarrassment, the situation was hampered by my rapidly numbing ass causing me to walk like an arab shaking a turd out of his dress, with a couple of James Brown-style squat twists thrown in the mix.

The other patients in the waiting room were now standing to see what the commotion was about.  Remembering drooling episodes from the dentist with a numb mouth and not wanting to be more embarrassed, I shoved my hand down the back of my underwear to ensure I wasn't crapping my pants.  In retrospect, with the fumbled and contorted walking, the scene probably looked like a crazy person trying to control himself like a puppet.

Wash, you really need to get better brother.  I can't afford to alienate all the specialists in town.

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