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As I was being walked by a nurse to the operating reem fer my shoulder surgery, I told her about a bet I had made with my friends en how I would fight and win
the anesthesia.
So upon entering the (OR, i was asked to lie down en the freezing cold operating table. My bare arse was touching the metal table, and I could feel my balls
don' t Worry about that, we won' t leek down there. At that point I was as red as a tomate_
contract fromthe cold, enzyte be followed by my little soldier retreating inte my pelvis, I looked down at my area, and the nurses eyes met mine and she said,
Within seconds they had me wired me up with sense's, and tubing, and introduced mete both the surgeon and anesthesiologist, whe seemed like a nice guys.
The walked me through the process ehwhat was about to be done. He told me that he was new plugging in atube that would transferees , and I would be knocked out in a
couple of seconds. He told me to relax, put my head back, and count backwards hem loo.
I felt my head getting heavy and I began to Eese control of my arms.
I suddenly propped myself up while letting out a manly hulk groan, and yelled, "I made a bet that I would beat the anesthesia!!"
A nurse turned around in shock and screamed in terror.
Turns out what I really yelled was "I don' t need education", and both my eyes were pointing inte different directions.
Needless to say, I lest the bet.
When I wake up, I was greeted by multiple giggling hospital staff. In the distance I could hearth's saying, "Pink Floyd has cemo to".
Ididn' t get the reference up until the surgeon came to check en me and told me what I had done.
That was an epic story. Eire.
That was fucking funny as fuck op
I made a bet that I would beat the anesthesia}?
Ueid
Here is 10 internets foryou op
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