My Own TMI

I see that some of you do a TMI Thursday deal with a picture and all. Well, I don’t do to well with rules and protocol so I will post something without the picture of the two old people fucking. Okay?

Actually there are two stories.

Back in the day, just after my discharge from the Navy, my buddy, Joe Chapman, and I were on a double date. I had just met this lovely young thing and Joe was with his girlfriend. We had gone to the movies and, being the big spenders we were, stopped at a Sonic for a late snack.

We were laughing and having a good time when I started to feel bad. I broke out in a sweat and had a pain in my lower right side. I talked Joe into taking me to my car and I was taking the young lady home early. I was hurting.

I was in a ‘55 Chevy with the shifter on the steering column (remember those?) and was trying to drive bent over. She was very nice and concerned, and wanted to say with me, but I figured if I was having an attack of appendicitis she didn’t need to be stuck at the hospital with me. I’m caring like that. Besides, I was pissed…I was planning on taping that later on that night. But nnooooo!

Anyway, I dropped her of with a promise to call her as soon as I could. I then drove to a hospital close by. The admitting nurse saw how I was hurting and sweating and stuff and sent me straight into a room. She even went with me to get all the particulars and insurance card and stuff. Gosh those were the days when medical professional actually cared if you lived or died.

Anyway, the doctor, a little oriental dude, came in to check me out. Blood pressure, temp and stuff. Then he put on the rubber gloves and brought out a jar of Vaseline and I knew what I was in for.

He had me get on my knees on the table and rammed his finger up my virgin ass. That was when the explosion started. He even jumped back and yelled, “Goddamn!”

His gloved hand and part of his white coat sleeve were covered in poop. And I felt like a blown up balloon with the air blowing out. AAHHHH!

The doctor pulled off his gloves and took off his lab coat and put it in a garbage bag and threw a wet towel across my ass and told me to clean myself up. He then walked up beside me and said, “Son, I think I have just cured you.” and walked out of the room.

I was kinda embarrassed and relieved. It’s hard to look embarrassed and smile at the same time. And I had to wait another two weeks before I got to tap that you thing. We dated for about 6 months, but we had a rocky start.

The other story is I had the girlfriend, Linda. She was my platonic friend and we ran around together for over four years. I introduced her to her present husband and she adopted a baby boy and named him after me.

Anyway, I was dating her roommate and spent most of my weekends with them. We were chilling one Sunday watching the Falcons embarrass themselves as they constantly did back then. I was on my way to the kitchen to get another beer and had to walk by Linda. I though it would be super cool and funny to fart on her as I walked by.

Just as I got even with her head I turned and got real close so she could enjoy the full aroma of a Coffeyfart. But to my surprise, I shit my pants instead. Not a rabbit turd, either. A full load a runny, baby shit soaking. She still laughs at me to this day, twenty eight years later. Bitch!