I'm still counting...
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4. Heart stint, gall bladder, hernia, temporary colostomy.
Hitting a grasshopper on a motorcycle doing 80 isn't fun
I know a guy who started working as a lineman in the western OKC area back in the '70s, and he and his partner used to frequent the Red Dog for lunch. He said there were usually groups of cowboys and bikers in there, and they frequently erupted into brawls, but they all adhered to the rule that if you weren't in the fight, you weren't in the fight. He described it like the fight scenes in old westerns--you'd occasionally have to pick up your food and beer as someone went rolling across your table, but then you'd set it right back down like nothing had happened.
I kinda wish I could've seen that. The closest I ever got was when some dude's old lady came stomping up from his blind side and absolutely clocked him upside the head, leaving him sprawled across the floor...
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Uh-huh. //whispering to myself// - 'bet you don't ever say that dress make her look fat, again'
Wish I had been so lucky. Mine left scar tissue on the inside of my nostril due to all the sticks for numbing. Fun fact, red heads burn through anesthesia 2-3 times quicker than the average person. My dermo clinic only had one doc that day, so he would get busy with another patient when my lab results would come back, and when he finally got back to me the numbing agent had worn off, so they would have to stick me again. While waiting for it to kick back in he got stuck with another patient, and yet again when he came back it was wearing off, so got stuck again. Wash, rinse repeat at least 2 more times.
The Red Dog was an experience all right.
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Someone mentioned a topless bar and the topic is surgeries so here is a short albeit alcohol assisted event I witnessed at a stripper bar in Manhattan, KS.
There was a young private that didn't ever want to father children and a drunk Vietnamese doctor that got together and after about an hour of serious discussion and many side bets and donations paid for a vasectomy on a pool table in a back room.
The doctor, after many drinks, went outside, smoked a cigarette, and retrieved his bag of tricks. The private was also well oiled, and half passed out half hysterically laughing was also being goaded on and promised all sorts of sexual activities by the attending strippers acting as surgical nurses.
The surgery was performed without a hitch and the doctor actually narrated his every move from the shaving of the scrotum which the strippers really enjoyed and participated in to the special body absorbing sutures that he used to tie off the Vas Deferens..
Of course, the sex menu was off the table because of the delicate sutures and the pain he would experience for a while but I am sure he eventually collected.
There was a young private that didn't ever want to father children and a drunk Vietnamese doctor that got together and after about an hour of serious discussion and many side bets and donations paid for a vasectomy on a pool table in a back room.
The doctor, after many drinks, went outside, smoked a cigarette, and retrieved his bag of tricks. The private was also well oiled, and half passed out half hysterically laughing was also being goaded on and promised all sorts of sexual activities by the attending strippers acting as surgical nurses.
The surgery was performed without a hitch and the doctor actually narrated his every move from the shaving of the scrotum which the strippers really enjoyed and participated in to the special body absorbing sutures that he used to tie off the Vas Deferens..
Of course, the sex menu was off the table because of the delicate sutures and the pain he would experience for a while but I am sure he eventually collected.
