i first discovered that i had lice in September. I was pissed and depressed at first, but as it turns out it's really not all that bad. I don't really like them but at the same time they're not so bad. I drink pretty heavily and take pain-killers and anti-depressants so i don't even feel them so i'm not itching and scratching all the time.
but i do have lice.
when i shave i can spot them in the mirror darting around on my head, and after i jerk off in the morning i see them on the hand towel i keep on my nightstand.
i was gonna shave my head and crotch but i read that if you do that they'll just burrow into the skin.
i'm allergic to the medicated shampoo and every time i go to the doctor he freaks out over my blood pressure and tells me that i have to stop drinking so i just don't go anymore.
i make a decent living as an options trader, own my home, a car, a boat and a Harley, but the whole lice thing always freaks girls out so i figured i'd just come clean with it right off the bat.
i have lice and i dont care, i've come to grips with it.

do you have a question for steve?

who the fuck is steve?

ok.
no.
i do not have a question for him.

if you don't get rid of the lice eventually they will poison your blood and kill you.

but then again i am a scaremonger

I read somewhere that the only way to get rid of the lice is to cut the girl who gave you the lice's head off and bathe in her blood.

Marsupialized wrote:I read somewhere that the only way to get rid of the lice is to cut the girl who gave you the lice's head off and bathe in her blood.

That's 'mice', not 'lice'.

Champion Rabbit wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:I read somewhere that the only way to get rid of the lice is to cut the girl who gave you the lice's head off and bathe in her blood.

That's 'mice', not 'lice'.

I'm pretty sure it'll work for both

since someone brought it up...

george orwell in homage to catalonia,

"All of us were lousy by this time; though still cold it was warm enough for that. I have had a big experience of body vermin of various kinds, and for sheer beastliness the louse beats everything I have encountered. Other insects, mosquitoes for instance, make you suffer more, but at least they aren’t resident vermin. The human louse somewhat resembles a tiny lobster, and he lives chiefly in your trousers. Short of burning all your clothes there is no known way of getting rid of him. Down the seams of your trousers he lays his glittering white eggs, like tiny grains of rice, which hatch out and breed families of their own at horrible speed. I think the pacifists might find it helpful to illustrate their pamphlets with enlarged photographs of lice. Glory of war, indeed! In war all soldiers are lousy, at least when it is warm enough. The men who fought at Verdun, at Waterloo, at Flodden, at Senlac, at Thermopylae—every one of them had lice crawling over his testicles. We kept the brutes down to some extent by burning out the eggs and by bathing as often as we could face it. Nothing short of lice could have driven me into that ice-cold river."