Pee, B, & Jellyfish
4/17/13 6:00AM
At the beach and eager for the right way to say “Ladies, I have money, manliness, and drive even with this paunch and man-tits?” Look no further than the Beach Doctor. What’s a doctor doing dressed like that at the beach, you ask? How could he possible use a stethoscope over the din of the crashing waves? How does a white jacket take to getting wet and sandy? This guy’s a doctor, how dare you question him!?
Well, I suppose you have some grounds for questioning him, so long as he’s peeing on a flesh wound. Or apparently any wound. I’m a little upset that Friends lied to me, and Discovery channel them. But I’m way more upset that one more funny disease/remedy is no more than a seahag’s tale. C’mon Earth, have a sense of humor.
Nipples Out,
Jesse
Up To My Nipples by William Moore and Jesse Simons is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License
On a trip to flooded jungle in Ecuador, a man in my tour group got stung by a bullet ant. As the man was screaming in pain, the tour leader’s only advice was “you’ll be fine” and “pee on it.” This further enraged the already screaming man, but in the end it appeared to help.
Maybe mother nature does have a sense of humor after all.
there’s a typo in youre blog post
IMPOSSIBLE!