http://bioethics.northwestern.edu/docs/atrium/atrium-issue12.pdf

But late at night, my roommates told me about the other group of bad girls—the ones I desperately wanted to meet. These bad girls were called “the head nurses.” Initially I thought this was an urban legend if not a bad practical joke. Yet I was told again and again that, at some point during my rehabilitation, a nurse I knew or had never seen would answer the call bell late at night and give me a blowjob. There was no privacy in rehabilitation centers at the time. Rooms usually held four to six men. All that separated me from the other paralyzed guys was a flimsy curtain. We did not even have a television in the room. Just the physical set-up alone made the stories seem like impossible fantasy.

But sure enough, late one night I was awoken by the guttural sounds of deep moaning. I turned to see the silhouette of a young shapely woman giving my roommate a world-class blowjob. I remember this night with crystal clarity because it was the first time since being paralyzed I got an erection. My dick was alive! Who needs a doctor when you have a head nurse!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2912042&forum_id=2#28145354)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2912042&forum_id=2#28145603)

“good girls” (those who eat right, exercise, and put speakers

on their bellies to let their future children listen to classical

music) and “bad girls” (those smoking, drinking, soft cheeseeating

ne’er-do-wells), the ultimate bad pregnant girls—the

baddest of the bad—are those who decide to birth their

babies at home, turning their backs on the “benefits”

offered by hospital-based obstetric technology"

SHITLIBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2912042&forum_id=2#28148031)

Millennial: asking head nurse to put something in his ass instead

NOWAGs: ...

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2912042&forum_id=2#28148057)