Make Sure You Allow The Exhaust Pipe To Cool A Bit First…

Must be a denominational thing.You “baptize”.I’ve “christened”.(Well, not an ambulance. Every vehicle I owned up until I met my wife, who doesn’t believe in sex after marriage…)

Wow. Can we count this as one of those items that I could have lived the rest of my life without having pictured?Sex with an ambulance, I mean.

AD’s new credo:”If this rig’s ‘a’ rockin’, don’t come ‘a’ knockin’.”Heh heh heh…

Hahahahaha!Young health care love! So sweet. I’ve just gotten into compulsively examining my site meter hits, too. Some people are wacky.I am glad to report that it is nearly impossible to search anything related to gas staion burritos without finding me. Even “gay stories battered pecs” somehow finds me (that’s just something I don’t want to imagine). Ah, and the beautiful “lysosome poems” do too!I wonder if that guy’s second search, for “ambulance porn” found you, too!

*eyes rolling*

Re: Babs eyes rolling… You busted you soooo busted!

Note: The velcro straps that are on the IV hooks (the ones intended to keep the bag from swaying) are NOT strong enough to support a female EMT’s ankles.

Hmmm, well, the sitemeter hit came from Morocco. I guess it’s old hat to be searching for “Fez Fucking.”

I’ve heard that footprints on the patient compartment ceiling confuse the HELL out of supervisors.(No, seriously, I did HEAR it. I never had the balls to so much as put a 2×2 out of place in that dude’s truck, nevermind have a three-way in it.)

that is so not gross…

So, AD, are you a member of the “Woo Woo Club”?might as well come clean….

Chris,I plead the fifth.Anything I <>might<> have done was at least twelve years ago, back when I was young and reckless.Of course, back then I literally <>lived<> in one of our ambulance stations, and I was literally on duty every minute I was not physically present in paramedic class. If I wanted a social life, it happened at the station. Stations don’t count, do they?

stations don’t count.just make sure there are no hidden cameras.“or so i’ve heard”

Geez…I can’t keep up with you!!I find out my father has cancer, I worked 48+ hours this past week, watched 5 dvds of Twin Peaks, survived 2 doggy vet visits, meanwhile I’ve been sick for 48 consecutive hrs and I turn 38 tomorrow…and what do I do on the eve of my birthday???I catch up on all your posts!!!boy, am I dedicated or what???You write a lot!!…Congrats on all your much deserved goodness, I’m glad the three of you had a great time at Disney and I’m so glad you’re caught up now…I’m glad I’m caught up now!!!WOWOWO…sincerely,kT

“…and I turn 38 tomorrow…”Hey Jerrtep, I turned 39 today! Happy birthday to us!

Ambulance sex has to be better than hearse sex.

Hey, Happy birthday AD!

<>Wyatt Earp said… Um . . . EWW!<>I guess you don’t want to hear my wife’s stories from when she dated a mortician, then…markm

Have a great birthday, AD!!!!

“I turned 39 today” Happy Birthday!

I have a story for you. Last winter I turned the defroster on in one of our first responder trucks (pick ups manned by a paramedic, they roam around and help us as needed), anyway, the defroster revealed a footprint on the windshield. BUSTED!

“…anyway, the defroster revealed a footprint on the windshield. BUSTED!”Emmy:Get. Out. Of. My. Head.The exact same thing happened to me last year, in one of our ambulances. A perfect pair of dainty bare footprints on the windshield.I spent the next week staring at the feet of our female EMTs, wondering…

I’ve never in my life, (and I used to card people I sold beer/cigs to in the old days) met another person who shared my birthday, always a day before or after, but never the same day……..wowo…I’ve had an incredible birthday today….even though I’m still not feelin too well…I did keep down the chocolate ice cream with oreos and hot fudge!!! way to go me!!!!Hope your day was equally as special!! The love of my life even watched a “chick flick” with me…how’s that for a birthday??aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!I’m sad that it has to end in an hour…I’ll miss it!!!Happy Birthday!!!kT

Ah, the screaming of the sirens.the occasional flashings of treadplatethe smell of antisepticthe frisson of polyester-on-polyester—what on earth could be more seductive?*blink*Sheesh!

“I spent the next week staring at the feet of our female EMTs, wondering…”LMAO! Very nice!