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I had to go through a needle location biopsy recently.
This involves putting a 6 inch needle through a most sensitive
part of a woman's anatomy. I had to sit there alone with
this thing pierced through my anatomy and I wondered, "Is
this how a whale feels?" It occured to me, "I'm big, I'm
white, I'm gay, and I have been harpooned! That must make
me Moby Dyke!" My friends now call me "MD".
Send this story to a friend 1 State Trooper on the NYS Thruway (I90) gave me a ticket
the other day. Speeding? No.
I was driving in the Granny lane (slow) and the Trooper
pulled up beside me. I hit a pheasent that stepped into the
road from the shoulder. Flew across the lane, hit the
Trooper's windshield and broke it.
The Trooper gave me the ticket for flipping him the bird.
Send this story to a friend 2 I had some surgery on my shoulder about 5 or 6 years ago, and
then underwent several weeks of physical therapy. On my final
visit, the therapist gave me some exercises to do at home,
informing me I'd need a partner to help me with them. That
night my husband and I celebrated my recovery with an
especially boisterous romp in the boudoir. The next morning I
told him I had some exercises for my shoulder that I needed his
help with. With a sly grin he asked, "Did we do any of them
last night?"
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