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I woke up in an awkward position with 3 sets of new German earplugs stuffed in my ears. My dick was hard but I couldn't think about masturbating this morning. Faceless doctors zipped into the room and injected my cock with fluid that made it shrivel up before my eyes. I gawked. They escorted my flacid body into an adjacent room set up for an interrogation.

"Are you under 30?"

"Yes"

"But you're approaching 30."

"So? What does that have to do with anything? I'm not a woman -- its not like I'm on a biological clock or something."

"Do you have genital herpes?"

"No! Not since I checked at least. What's with these questions?"

"It says here you once had the clap. Do you have growths on your penis?'

"Hell no! Why are you asking me these questions? Isn't this a job interview?"

"Sir, if you don't calm down we're sending you to Guantanamo."

"Fucking Cunt. Just give me the damn job."

"Okay that's it, you've just about wore out my patience."

I slapped her silly and took off with a silcone breast implant sitting on her desk. Running with my medical dress on I realized my ass was bare from the linen smocks awful design. They were after me but I got out and ran up to a car in the middle of 23rd and 1st.

"I'll give yo $20 to take me avenue A quick!"

"Okay, get in kid.", said the dominican driver.

I got in.

"What you running from?"

"I don't know. They want to send me to Guantanomo. They think I have genital herpes."

"Well, do you?"

"No way, I'm just livin. Dude, if you want the money don't ask any more questions."

"Okay Sancho, y'gots it."

TO BE CONTINUED....