Went donw the wrong hole

[Jings]

Don't leave us in the lurch. Do you have to go for tests?

 

[Pho3nix]

OP was thinking about alternate holes when he posted thread.
Why else would he think about us misreading it.

I immediately though about air and food pipes when read it, so I'm in the clear.

OP we won't judge you man

Hehehe

Why are so many people going anal over the thread title?

Achievement unlocked

Don't leave us in the lurch. Do you have to go for tests?

I went in and did some basic test. Apparently all is fine and I'm just over-reacting. Doc showed me some exercises to "test" if my epiglottis is working as it should be and it seems to be fine.
Thanks for asking Didn't think anyone actually cared

 

[RiaX]

hmmm maybe your epiglotis is damaged. You will need an endoscope to see whats happening in there. What tests did the Dr do ? im curious

 

[Swa]

Neurological

I went in and did some basic test. Apparently all is fine and I'm just over-reacting. Doc showed me some exercises to "test" if my epiglottis is working as it should be and it seems to be find.

If that's the case you have serious trouble. A defective one would be better than a missing one.

 

[ichigo]

When I read the title I thought you went down the manhole not sex.

 

[Grant]

Dude, with a title like this you really should do it justice, someone tell us a funny story about the time they went in for the wrong hole and got blocked or tuned . yes think disgusting, i have a story but it's not that great i am sure someone has done more than try slip a finger. Not looking for guys who get it.

We need to do the title some justice okes!!!!!!!!!!

Grab a snack & a drink it's a long one:


Allow me to regale you with story, one told on air many many years back to jeremy mansfield & Jenny Crwys- Williams on 702.
The pair of them were screeching with laughter, so i hope the good people here find it mildly amusing.
It was a call-in show about revenge. Listeners were encouraged to call in.


Picture the scene:
Durban, late 80's, Point Rd, around 2am & 2 drag queens named Sophie & Zita.
Sophie was a terrible drag - not really much more than a man with a wig, and definitely no oil painting.
Zita on the other hand made a beautiful woman, and unfortunately a butt ugly boy.
They worked as a team, Zita would bait the men & Sophie would move in for the the kill, the perfect "bait and switch team".
Keep in mind here that the target market is extremely drunk & desperate sailors
Sophie's taste in men was broad and not at all particular !!!
In Sophie's experience, the harbor was a fertile playground, given the fact men had spent weeks at sea, almost anything would look good when they got into port.

So one night Sophie & Zita were hanging around a 24hr take-away called Crystal Corner, in Point Rd. Virtually everyone who had been out for the night stopped there on their way home - and plenty of taxi's on their way in and out of the harbor.
Zita snag's a man for a 3way. Into the taxi and off to the harbor they head.
Now, if anyone knows a drag queen, they will know that the "gentleman's sausage" has to be carefully tucked away in order not to give up the game. Depends on your financial status, various options are available for the "tuck".
Anything including masking tape (think here of a g-string made of masking tape) will do.
Now the drag queen is able to offer a number of options when it comes to happy time - except the most critical. When a man wants to play hide the sausage, a drag queen is short of the main option, then the default excuse kicks in: "take me from behind, so my husband does not find out".

Anyway, by now Sophie, Zita & sailor are in the harbor. Zita stays in the taxi while Sophie goes on board some trawler to pleasure her client.
15 minutes later Zita hears a lot of drama & shouting on board, and instantly recognizes Sophie's real man voice being used instead of Sophie's "lady" voice. Lots more shouting, followed by a few minutes of silence, then lots more high pitched shouting & squealing, a loud bang & a big splash - followed by total silence.
Zita, now out of the taxi is peering up at the trawler but sees nothing, however out the corner of her eye notices splashing in the water.
On further inspection Zita notices it is Sophie, not an entirely good swimmer, flailing among the flotsam bobbing around in the water.
One must remember, a working harbor is not a public swimming pool. There are no stairs to use for getting in and out the water.
Zita kicks of her heels & sprints up and down the wharf looking for for a ladder (there are a couple of these scattered around attached to the wall doing into the water). She finds one, Sprints back to where Sophie is bobbing about like an aging jellyfish in the harbor, points out the direction to Sophie, jumps into the taxi & directs the taxi to the location of the ladder going into the harbor.
Much doggie paddling & years of cursing, Sophie makes it to the ladder.
Even more cursing and Sophie is out of the water limping to the taxi, a top on, but no dress anymore, and she has lost her masking tape g-string.

As it turns out, Sophie was cutting corners while assembling her masking tape g-string. At some point while pleasuring the sailor (& trying to keep an appropriate "out of reach" distance at the same time) unbeknown to her, the masking tape g-string came asunder, and as luck would have it, the sailor "reached out and touched". Much to his horror, a gentleman sausage was located where he least expected to find one.
Outraged, the sailor smacked Sophie & called some of his mates. But in the fracas, something was shoved where it should not go & Sophie was chucked overboard into the water. Rumour has it, (this is the only unclear bit) that the offending item was a frozen fish off the trawler, which defrosted while Sophie was bobbing up and down in the tepid waters of Durban's harbor.
In any event, Sophie had to be taken to Addington hospital to have to item removed, but not just any simple ride. The item prevented Sophie sitting down as normal in the taxi, the only option was to kneel on the back seat for the duration of the trip - of course only wearing a top.
Of course on arrival at the hospital, Zita, now barefoot & looking like coco the clown with running make up, had to dash in to get help.
Help arrives with a gurney, obviously Sophie is still unable to sit, so she has to half lie down on her knees with her nought in the air, draped with a blanket & is wheeled through the casualty unit.
The item is removed, while the doctor is out doing the required paperwork regards his patient, Sophie grabs a towel and makes a dash for freedom

 

[Pho3nix]

hmmm maybe your epiglotis is damaged. You will need an endoscope to see whats happening in there. What tests did the Dr do ? im curious

He asked me to look up and exhale while "attempting" to close my epiglottis while he checked with the wooden thingy and something with a light attached.

Neurological

If that's the case you have serious trouble. A defective one would be better than a missing one.

Possibly neurological and damn you for quoting me

When I read the title I thought you went down the manhole not sex.

:wtf: I ain't No Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle

 

[Jings]

Good to hear your epiglottis is ok. Better to over react than be sorry later.

 

[HippoMe]

Pulmonary aspiration, faulty demand valves ... interesting stuff!