These Are the Days

I went out to lunch with my sister today & heard a story that may just change my intentions of doing my post graduate work at Marquette. Apparently this story comes from someone that actually goes to the school so I am taking this as the Gospel & not just another urban legend. So this student is bleeding from the ass. I have never had that problem but one could assume that is an uncomfortable problem & there may be a slightly larger problem going on in the plumbing. Dude agrees with my assessment & decides to see a doc. Some meds are prescribed & the problem subsides, for a bit. Out of the blue, his ass starts bleeding again. Well he sees the doctor again & he decides to perform some tests. At this point, the story begins to unravel in a horrifying mess. It seems there were traces of diethyl ether in his system, ether. Umm, ether, to my knowledge, it is used to either (a) start a car (b) put on a rag & drop someone for sexual gratification. In this young man’s case it happened to be option b. It turns out dude’s roommate is sneaking ether into his food & waiting for him to pass out. Once he passes out, his roommate rapes him in the ass. Apparently, proper lubrication was not applied, leading to greater than average levels of friction &/or anal tearing & the bleeding. Horrified? Going to sleep with duct tape on your ass? Myself, I am just considering whether I would spend a night at Cole’s house after an evening (& morning) of drinking. Next time you wake up with a sore, itchy ass, be asking some questions. I know I will. Peace.

Posted by D. Schwa on Wednesday, February 23, 2005 at 3:15 PM | Permalink