12/04/2023
Yes, I had a heart attack! The sins of my past have finally caught up with me in Manila Philippines last August. It was s’posed to be a relaxing working holiday, setting up mates’ business but….. it became a series of fc***ng nightmares. Firstly, on the way to the hospital I experienced what it’s like being a racing car passenger with a driver trying not to s**t his pants. Then I learned screaming “More Morphine!” don’t mean s**t to the doctors. But real nightmare began in operating room when someone started to play with my dingling AND my BALLS. I also vaguely remember hearing what sounded awfully like a fc***ng d***o. In morphine induced mind, I remember thinking I’m gonna die so they are sending me off with a happy ending FFS. But the doctor must’ve read my mind and explained they need to shave "the bush" as they may insert STENTs thru the groin area, so don’t worry. Oh yes I’m fc***ng worried alright, what if the nurse is a DUDE! I’m in touch with my feminine side but NOT THAT MUCH! Later, I did ask my mates but the pricks just smiled and said they couldn’t remember.
I still wake up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat. No, it’s not about some dude nurse playing with my dingling (and balls) but in my nightmare, I’m actually fc***ng enjoying it! I now shave all the time…. just in case
