Monday, April 5, 2010
If you become a tranny can you use the woman’s locker room?
Simple question, but it requires deep thought. I stumbled upon this conundrum today at work and it really might not be all that bad to become a tranny. There could be some great potential upside to it.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Beet Chips Lead to Anal Probes
Thought I would start my first post off with some great information for the public. Studies have found, (my studies), that beat chips lead to getting anally probed and here is why.
I wasn’t feeling well for a few weeks and I happened to notice that I was having some blood in my stool. I decided to ignore it until it happened to be going on for a few days. Since the internet cures everything I did a little searching on it and found out that I could have anything from anal cancer to a case of beat chip shits. My lovely wife happened to come home with some tasty beat chips a few days earlier and I decided that this had to be my problem.
Fast forward to a week later and I’m still feeling out of it with the awesome blood twisted shits and decide that’s time to talk to the doc. At this point I’m not sure what is wrong with me and ruled out the chips since I was feeling a little light headed at work. I figured that it would be a simple checkup and maybe some blood work. As always I did a little bit of miscalculation.
The appointment was for 7:30 in the morning with no one in the office and I was greeted with a nice young nurse. After going through the usually stuff with the nurse the doc showed up and went through all my symptoms. He casually says to me, “OK drop your pants I’m going to have to take a look”. This is when I was hit in the face with a ton of bricks and realized my missed calculation. I finally put 1 + 2 together and realized the best way for a doc to check blood in the stool is to dive right into your ass.
The doc proceed to strap on the gloves, I could have sworn he was smirking, and he grabs a tube of lube. I’m now down to my boxers and trying to figure out my options. He then opens the door and yells for the nurse and says he is going to need an extra hand.
I’m fat but not that fat, why the hell do you need 4 hands up my ass? She comes into the room and joins the fun, I’m now naked below the waste bent over the table and the doc is getting ready to perform a root canal on my poop shoot. This is one of the most uncomfortable feelings I’ve ever had, I wish I had a mirror so I could see how far he had his fist up my ass. He finally figures out that everything seems to be fine. He pulls out and tells the nurse to help me clean up. To me this means she is going to actually wipe my ass which is pretty damn humiliating. Instead she tosses a couple tissues at me and says “here you go”. I felt like a prostitute who just got creamed all over and all I got out of it was a tissue and some tears.
We finished up and he told me to just to see how I feel and if it continues to happen I can come back for more fun tests. He then told me to stop in for a physical in a few months. I limped out of there with my head down and in the end I never told the doc about the beat chips, I never thought to. At this point I stopped eating them and within days the red river of gold subsided.
So yea, if you eat beat chips you might end up getting anally probed, don’t make the same mistake I did.
I wasn’t feeling well for a few weeks and I happened to notice that I was having some blood in my stool. I decided to ignore it until it happened to be going on for a few days. Since the internet cures everything I did a little searching on it and found out that I could have anything from anal cancer to a case of beat chip shits. My lovely wife happened to come home with some tasty beat chips a few days earlier and I decided that this had to be my problem.
Fast forward to a week later and I’m still feeling out of it with the awesome blood twisted shits and decide that’s time to talk to the doc. At this point I’m not sure what is wrong with me and ruled out the chips since I was feeling a little light headed at work. I figured that it would be a simple checkup and maybe some blood work. As always I did a little bit of miscalculation.
The appointment was for 7:30 in the morning with no one in the office and I was greeted with a nice young nurse. After going through the usually stuff with the nurse the doc showed up and went through all my symptoms. He casually says to me, “OK drop your pants I’m going to have to take a look”. This is when I was hit in the face with a ton of bricks and realized my missed calculation. I finally put 1 + 2 together and realized the best way for a doc to check blood in the stool is to dive right into your ass.
The doc proceed to strap on the gloves, I could have sworn he was smirking, and he grabs a tube of lube. I’m now down to my boxers and trying to figure out my options. He then opens the door and yells for the nurse and says he is going to need an extra hand.
I’m fat but not that fat, why the hell do you need 4 hands up my ass? She comes into the room and joins the fun, I’m now naked below the waste bent over the table and the doc is getting ready to perform a root canal on my poop shoot. This is one of the most uncomfortable feelings I’ve ever had, I wish I had a mirror so I could see how far he had his fist up my ass. He finally figures out that everything seems to be fine. He pulls out and tells the nurse to help me clean up. To me this means she is going to actually wipe my ass which is pretty damn humiliating. Instead she tosses a couple tissues at me and says “here you go”. I felt like a prostitute who just got creamed all over and all I got out of it was a tissue and some tears.
We finished up and he told me to just to see how I feel and if it continues to happen I can come back for more fun tests. He then told me to stop in for a physical in a few months. I limped out of there with my head down and in the end I never told the doc about the beat chips, I never thought to. At this point I stopped eating them and within days the red river of gold subsided.
So yea, if you eat beat chips you might end up getting anally probed, don’t make the same mistake I did.
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