STDon’t!
Yesterday I was trapped in a van for almost an hour with two guys talking about their misadventures with prostitutes and STD’s. You know those situations where you would rather be ANYWHERE than where you currently are? That was me. Unfortunately the two guys were coworkers, Dirty Eddie (not surprising is it?) and a guy we call Bully. The conversation went a little something like this:
Dirty Eddie: “You ever get those crabs?”
Bully: “Yeah man, those things are hard to get rid of.”
Dirty Eddie: “Oh I know! I had them once, took me weeks. I was going crazy.”
Bully: “Yeah, I got them when I was about 20, in Amsterdam. I was afraid to tell my Uncle, but after 3 days I couldn’t take it anymore.”
Dirty Eddie: “Mine go so big they were jumping!”
At this point I gave them both the “WTF”, raised-eyebrow look, and moved as far from them as the van allowed. I think I would have got completely out if it hadn’t been raining so hard. I mean, who in the world brags about STD’s? I honestly don’t want to hear about the freaky, nasty prostitutes you’ve slept with during your life. Please, please, keep that info to yourself.
