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hmm, stds ehh?
well, i consider myself lucky.
the closest that i have come (hic) to it was long ago.
"non-specific urethritis"
back in 89, when i was a young paratrooper, my girl came over and we shook-it-up-a-bit.
too tired/lazy, i didn't put a raincoat on my Ranger or piss/clean afterwords . . .
and of course, we got alerted at 3am and flew to Eglin for the practice of the invasion of Panama (Just Cause)
after not showering for a few days, I WAS PISSING FUCKING FIRE!!!!
so, after we got back, went to the clinic and had some other medic stick a damn metal fucking q-tip in my cock for a culture.
it felt like someone wrapped wires around my dick and plugged it in the wall.
turned out ok, took some vibramycin and it cleared quickly,
in time for me to get my "mustard stain" on my jump wings.
ever since then, i have always sheathed it- even when i was married.
i am not about to break the top cover of a toilet again by squeezing it so hard while i piss glass shards.
lesson learned
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