So much like anything else on this site, feel free to take this with a grain of salt, I have no reason to lie to impress anyone, but some details may have minor altering to keep my power words safe as well as my trip's details since Mrs Bass likes to post on normie book. Nothing personal but I rather not get doxed and a member wanted me to use this site as a blog because Null tells us not to so I'm going to do it because I'm cool like that and nothing says how to make friends than disregard the site rules.
Again, this is a real story and life story so click away if you are not into those (but leave me a like). This will be long so if you want to cut to the chase, I'll spoiler it but I like to flesh it out so people can grasp how this was so absurd, as if the act it self wasn't crazy.
So, I surprised mrs bass before the Xmas holidays with packing her bags filling her dad's car (BMW 5 series turbo AWD and stick shift, very nice.) He had my Jaguar in exchange, making him quite the happy fellow. I got us a cabin near Mt. Snow VT and passes for the week.
Things were wonderful I could cook there smoked a lot of nice cuban cigars, we drank and fucked like high schoolers skiied a ton and just over all had an amazing time. I plead with any of you whom are not single kidnap someone you love, and just take a trip. It healed so much for both of us I'm still sucking pain from losing a 3rd family member in 2018, it caused a rift for us etc etc.
I'm a pretty good skiier, not great she's par at best. Some days we skiied together other days we did our own things. This day we thought lets do a nice long trail in the morning eat lunch with this couple we met, the ladies were gonna do a spa trip and us manly men were gonna do something like get drunker and build fires. I forget the plans exactly but to be fair I'd been drinking for a few days anyways.
So we have a nice long trail that's through out a beautiful forest it's not intense, just relaxing ride. Now normally I enjoy scenery and skiing with Mrs. For some reason (read drinking) I felt the need to hot dog a bit and zoom ahead. I fly out of site and zig and zag from some trees a few times and stop and wait for Mrs to catch up. This happens a few times and due to the mix of being my bad luck and the half kicked AM flask I Sonny Bono it.
Big hit I was trying to turn hard and for some reason my binding snapped, I ride with tight binding since I love to carve. This was maybe 3 feet from a lovely Douglass fir. To protect my head I use my left arm (I'm a south paw) to shield myself. NIGGGGGGER FUCK CUNT SHIT NIGGER FUCK I think that's what I yelled . I felt warm pains and looked 3 fingers aren't sitting like well fingers. Also my left arm feels like it was asleep.
2 mins later laying dazed holding tears back trying to think and gather my self. Mrs Bass caught up and sees my mangled self laying there. Kindly she stops, and sees how I'm in a bad way from the fall. I play contact sports so I'm use to hits, but this was bad. She calms me down and I figure ok broke some fingers and my shoulder is dislocated.
Our game plan is get ski patrol I'll wait. I promptly kick my flask. I get a ride down on a snow mobile, and I'm not sure if it was the situation or just over all but I enjoyed it a lot less than I thought I would. Ski moblies seemed cool until I was on it.
Things are hazy and I have some EMS training but so I tend to refuse all doctors and wizards like them. But I'm sitting in the pass seat my hand on ice headed to this Urgent care since it is closer than the local ER.
I'm a very feral person when injured or ill. So Mrs Bass knew passenger had radio privlages. I don't remember much from this day aside the details I share here but I think the whole ride I kept looping "Princes of the Universe" By Queen. Why? I can't explain but I did.
So the clinic gets me in a room and Mrs Bass is taking care of the paper work for me out front. The Nurse is a ratchet ass nigger. I try to not be overly racist in the real world but I really don't have another way to describe her. She improperly splints my fingers and I fix them in front of her explaining how not a big deal this is and I don't remember agreeing to medical advice.
She asks what my pain level is I told her quite high even under influence and I'm flat shit face drunk at this point, I know it was clear I was drinking. So she says ok let me go to the doc get you something and bring Mrs. back in.
So Mrs bass comes in and tries to calm me and explain to behave better. The nurse comes back and has a bottle of pills with her, she hands me one. I ask what it is, it's a perc 20. A rather strong pain killer.
Now I don't like percs at all, when my shoulder was rebuilt second time I refused them I just drank (silly me should have sold em after blue cross paid) but I was hurting enough I took it.
Now she says ok we need you to sign something get signed off for an X ray and only a MD can do that. she walks out. What's on the desk? That bottle of percoset. I look around for a camera point out to Mrs Bass what happened, we were left in a room with opiods ..
I open it and 3 more down my throat. Yes, 4... perc 20s, look I'm alive and not saying this was wise. My drunken science said 80mgs should be fine. I wouldn't OD from that. But I'm not dead so my radical behavior isn't back fired yet.
Doc comes in and signs for an X ray on my shoulder, I refuse since it was dislocated I know the feeling. I tell them I just need rest and show how badly the splint was and I'm out. Mrs bass is worried and trying to stop my rambling to no luck. The Doc was taken back but pretty cool about it. I think I lied and said I was gonna see my PCP when I got home or something.
Now it's not been long but the next most of the day was black out so I don't have more to share I remember a cigar with hot dog at the cabin (yes it had a grill) about all I can.
When I got home I called my lawyer told him what happend IN THEORY... he laughed told me how dumb that was and I'd be in the clear. I also found Mrs Bass used my insure for this and told them the clinic and story and not only did they refuse payment they are beyond angry with the "care" I got.
So that's my injury and lulz story and please feel free to ask any questions if I can remember I sure will share or mock deny what have you.
Again, this is a real story and life story so click away if you are not into those (but leave me a like). This will be long so if you want to cut to the chase, I'll spoiler it but I like to flesh it out so people can grasp how this was so absurd, as if the act it self wasn't crazy.
So, I surprised mrs bass before the Xmas holidays with packing her bags filling her dad's car (BMW 5 series turbo AWD and stick shift, very nice.) He had my Jaguar in exchange, making him quite the happy fellow. I got us a cabin near Mt. Snow VT and passes for the week.
Things were wonderful I could cook there smoked a lot of nice cuban cigars, we drank and fucked like high schoolers skiied a ton and just over all had an amazing time. I plead with any of you whom are not single kidnap someone you love, and just take a trip. It healed so much for both of us I'm still sucking pain from losing a 3rd family member in 2018, it caused a rift for us etc etc.
I'm a pretty good skiier, not great she's par at best. Some days we skiied together other days we did our own things. This day we thought lets do a nice long trail in the morning eat lunch with this couple we met, the ladies were gonna do a spa trip and us manly men were gonna do something like get drunker and build fires. I forget the plans exactly but to be fair I'd been drinking for a few days anyways.
So we have a nice long trail that's through out a beautiful forest it's not intense, just relaxing ride. Now normally I enjoy scenery and skiing with Mrs. For some reason (read drinking) I felt the need to hot dog a bit and zoom ahead. I fly out of site and zig and zag from some trees a few times and stop and wait for Mrs to catch up. This happens a few times and due to the mix of being my bad luck and the half kicked AM flask I Sonny Bono it.
Big hit I was trying to turn hard and for some reason my binding snapped, I ride with tight binding since I love to carve. This was maybe 3 feet from a lovely Douglass fir. To protect my head I use my left arm (I'm a south paw) to shield myself. NIGGGGGGER FUCK CUNT SHIT NIGGER FUCK I think that's what I yelled . I felt warm pains and looked 3 fingers aren't sitting like well fingers. Also my left arm feels like it was asleep.
2 mins later laying dazed holding tears back trying to think and gather my self. Mrs Bass caught up and sees my mangled self laying there. Kindly she stops, and sees how I'm in a bad way from the fall. I play contact sports so I'm use to hits, but this was bad. She calms me down and I figure ok broke some fingers and my shoulder is dislocated.
Our game plan is get ski patrol I'll wait. I promptly kick my flask. I get a ride down on a snow mobile, and I'm not sure if it was the situation or just over all but I enjoyed it a lot less than I thought I would. Ski moblies seemed cool until I was on it.
Things are hazy and I have some EMS training but so I tend to refuse all doctors and wizards like them. But I'm sitting in the pass seat my hand on ice headed to this Urgent care since it is closer than the local ER.
I'm a very feral person when injured or ill. So Mrs Bass knew passenger had radio privlages. I don't remember much from this day aside the details I share here but I think the whole ride I kept looping "Princes of the Universe" By Queen. Why? I can't explain but I did.
So the clinic gets me in a room and Mrs Bass is taking care of the paper work for me out front. The Nurse is a ratchet ass nigger. I try to not be overly racist in the real world but I really don't have another way to describe her. She improperly splints my fingers and I fix them in front of her explaining how not a big deal this is and I don't remember agreeing to medical advice.
She asks what my pain level is I told her quite high even under influence and I'm flat shit face drunk at this point, I know it was clear I was drinking. So she says ok let me go to the doc get you something and bring Mrs. back in.
So Mrs bass comes in and tries to calm me and explain to behave better. The nurse comes back and has a bottle of pills with her, she hands me one. I ask what it is, it's a perc 20. A rather strong pain killer.
Now I don't like percs at all, when my shoulder was rebuilt second time I refused them I just drank (silly me should have sold em after blue cross paid) but I was hurting enough I took it.
Now she says ok we need you to sign something get signed off for an X ray and only a MD can do that. she walks out. What's on the desk? That bottle of percoset. I look around for a camera point out to Mrs Bass what happened, we were left in a room with opiods ..
I open it and 3 more down my throat. Yes, 4... perc 20s, look I'm alive and not saying this was wise. My drunken science said 80mgs should be fine. I wouldn't OD from that. But I'm not dead so my radical behavior isn't back fired yet.
Doc comes in and signs for an X ray on my shoulder, I refuse since it was dislocated I know the feeling. I tell them I just need rest and show how badly the splint was and I'm out. Mrs bass is worried and trying to stop my rambling to no luck. The Doc was taken back but pretty cool about it. I think I lied and said I was gonna see my PCP when I got home or something.
Now it's not been long but the next most of the day was black out so I don't have more to share I remember a cigar with hot dog at the cabin (yes it had a grill) about all I can.
When I got home I called my lawyer told him what happend IN THEORY... he laughed told me how dumb that was and I'd be in the clear. I also found Mrs Bass used my insure for this and told them the clinic and story and not only did they refuse payment they are beyond angry with the "care" I got.
So that's my injury and lulz story and please feel free to ask any questions if I can remember I sure will share or mock deny what have you.
I took the mrs skiing, Sonny Bono'd it went to a shit hole stole drugs and my insurer things it's lulz
