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Had a patient that cut off his dick.

He could have called that cock cannibal eating German sadist who got convicted of eating his boyfriends cock and then killing him.
 
Trojan Horse said:
He could have called that cock cannibal eating German sadist who got convicted of eating his boyfriends cock and then killing him.

I believe they actually ate it together :worried:
 
Mr. dB said:
Did he cut off just the cock, or his whole package?

Just his cock, not sure what they plan on doing with him in regards to prosthetics or what. When I was with him he had a catheter in.

A couple of years back at the hospital I used to work at, there was an anesthesiologist I was friends with, a real family man, wife, three daughter's, dog, white picket fence, that whole deal. Then one night I was on, he took his tackle box full of drugs up to the locker room, locked himself in a stall and started a dilaudid(10x the strength of morphine) drip on himself. Turns out he realized he was gay and couldn't take the anticipated ridicule.

Something about people realizing their gay late in life, they just can't seem to handle it.
 
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I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.

This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
 
hamstershaver said:
well that makes sense since a gay guy would never use his cock


Yup, doing the world a favor. Huge props for him. Feel sorry for him though.
 
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