Or, more precisely, look what my brother caught!
I’ve been dying to tell someone, but didn’t know who. I now know. YOU! I know I have no way of getting caught because my brother doesn’t have a computer and has no desire to check this message board, if he even know it exists.
My brother told me that he’d had dark urine and it was painful to pee. I thought he’d had a bladder/kidney infection because I’d had a girlfriend who seemed to get these things on a regular basis. He thought so too (he watched ‘The Green Mile’ and came to that conclusion.)
Doc tells him it’s not a bladder infection. Ha ha. Breaks out the SMALL cotton swab. Takes a culture. OF HIS URETHRA!
Ok, I’m not laughing at his pain, because I’m sure it hurts, and I’m not big on pain myself. I’m laughing because he’s the one that told me the importance of wearing a condom. This was after I told him I’d had sex with over 9 women, all of which were unprotected (except one) at some point. He’s 22, I’m 26 (soon 27.) I’ve never had a disease, because I never had sex with someone that I didn’t trust.
I think he’s got Chymidia. (hears clapping) He’s embarrassed. I think it’s funny, because I’ve had more women than he, and he’s got a disease. I don’t have to worry about getting a disease because I’ve found the one for me, and I know that she’ll never stray from me, and I will never stray from her.
He’s on medication, and I’m on beer. I love it. Of course I’m sad, because he’s got something. But, I have to say that it’s a bit funny that the person giving me instructions on ‘safe sex’ is the one with the disease now.
Is this funny, or am I just a bit disturbed?
disreguard, I know I’m disturbed…