This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations
Friday, September 10, 2004
Due to some graphic nature, this post may not be viewable by some males
Ok last night I had the most fucked up nightmare to date:
I was laying in bed minding my own business. Then my friend 'The Hutch' called me and was like "what you saying bro?"
I was like "Nada come and pick my ass up"
So hutch came over and grabbed me, we start rolling down the street, when I feel a strange sensation in my pants. I look down, no blood or anything, but still a strange sensation, not pain, just like something is missing.
I open up my pants to investigate, and to my horror, I notice that the head of my dick is gone. GONE. I start freaking out, telling hutch to drive me to the hospital immediately. So we get on to the highway, and of course there is a traffic jam caused by construction. I start looking in my pants, shaking my legs to try and find the head of my lil guy. Finally shake it out and on to the floor of the car, I grab it and put it in my pocket.
I get out of the car to tell the construction workers to hurry up, they were doing some sort of highway repair or something, I wasn't really paying attention to what they were doing.
They start telling me to get back into my car, I was like fuck that, my dick is falling apart, I need to get to the hospital.
I whip it out and show them, then open my hand to show them the rest.
They told me to get into their truck and they would get me to the hospital really fast.
We fly down the highway to the hospital, and they drop me off at the back door. I run in freaking out. Running down the halls looking for a doctor to sew the head back on. I start screaming, then this nurse dude was like "are you alright"
I pull down my pants and show him and say, "do I look alright?!?"
He then continues to show me that he suffered from the same problem. He whipped out his lil guy, it looked all twisted and shit, almost like a pink straw and said, "this is after six surgeries"
I just about started to cry, I ran into the emergency waiting room, the nurses knew me even though I had never seen them before. They start telling me to calm down, and to have some water. I was like, "well when you sew this back on" I start looking in my pockets for the head. And cant find it "ah fuck I lost it!"
I started wigging out, yelling and tipping shit over.
that's when my phone rang and woke me up.
It was my friend riddell. I asked him to hold on for a second. Looked down and noticed he was in one piece and continued on with my convo.
thank god it was just a dream.
killed softly at 9/10/2004 01:36:00 PM
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