- Joined
- Dec 3, 2009
- Messages
- 9,285
- Reaction score
- 331
- Location
- Duncanville, Texas
- My Bike Models
- 1981 GL1100 Innerstate("The Turd")SOLD!!, 1996 GL1500 Innerstate
The hospital room clock said 11:15 when I regained consciousness, though I couldn’t tell if it was nearly noon or late at night. I felt the dull throb of drug-deadened pain, with tubes up my nose and wires monitoring every function.
The only plus was the gorgeous nurse hovering over me. I’d obviously been in a serious accident. The nurse looked straight into my eyes. “You may not feel anything from the waist down,” she said.
So I says “I understand.....May I feel your ****s, then?” :blush:
The only plus was the gorgeous nurse hovering over me. I’d obviously been in a serious accident. The nurse looked straight into my eyes. “You may not feel anything from the waist down,” she said.
So I says “I understand.....May I feel your ****s, then?” :blush:
