Then you get thrown over the bed of your truck, hit the ground and take
off running like hell. It's not till after you smell the burning flesh
and notice the blood coming from under you fingernails do you put 2 and
2 together.

At this point you muster the courage to drive to the emergency room,
half drunk still, and they hook you to an EKG machine to "monitor" you.
It's just a cruel game because they made the wires about 12" too short
to make it to the bathroom to take a ****.

Yeah, that was no fun, turned my beard gray too!

Chad