One morning I was called to the emergency room by the head ER nurse. She directed me to a patient who had refused to describe his problem other than to say 'he needed a doctor who took care of men's troubles'...the patient permitted me to remove his trousers, shorts, and two or three yards of foul-smelling stained gauze wrapped about his scrotum, which was swollen to twice the size of a grapefruit and extremely tender....Amid the matted hair, edematous skin, and various exudates, I saw some half-buried dark linear objects and asked the patient what they were. Several days earlier, he replied, he had injured himself in the machine shop where he worked, and had closed the laceration himself with a heavy-duty stapling gun...eight rusty staples were retrieved.This patient had used a piece of machinery for stimulation on the lunch hour at his machine shop job, when the other employees had left the building. His left scrotum had been caught in the machine. He was thrown several feet away and when he awoke, he stapled the wound closed and resumed work.
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what a badass
old old old OLD pasta
>>52003Still delicious to this day.