The original post had a few too many curse words and penis/vaginal references so I deleted it. Anyway I got a call yesterday afternoon at work, that went straight to voicemail from one of the soldiers who works for me and he asked me for time off to go to the doctor because he thinks he got an STD. So then calls me at 11pm to ask again if he can go to the doc. I was 1/2 asleep when the emergency only cell phone rings, and was out the door starting my car by the time I finally was able to answer it only to hear him ask me about a fluid discharge (WTF) and pain peeing. So I go back in the house and scare the kid to death by telling him I want a 500 word essay on how it feels to have a cotton swab stuck up his peehole as punishment for calling the emergency cell phone and for waking me up for a dip shit reason that he could have asked me the dozen times he saw me after the first call.
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