The story that follows is seriously, seriously disturbing. The first sentence alone will make most men (and probaby a goodly number of women) get all queasy inside. And it just gets better from there. It's a dark little story that part of you wants to disbelieve because it is so awful, but part of you almost hopes it is true because you'd hate to meet the person who thought this up as a work of fiction.
It's one of those stories that you really wish you weren't reading, but really can't stop yourself--you've seen the beginning of the train wreck and now you can't look away. I don't like to look at it. In fact, I don't even like to think about it. I formatted it into HTML using a text-to-HTML converter so I wouldn't have to look at it again.
It's that bad.
However, it's one of those things that simply must be shared. My boss Raj gave it to me a few years back through email, and I foisted it off on a few friends. In discussion over horrible stories we'd seen on the Internet, a competition of sorts ensued in which this very story beat out an ugly little medical account about a guy stapling his scrotum shut with a set of wallboard staples.
Still with me? Good. I tell you what. Take my hand, stay real close and we'll enter the darkness together. We'll do it like we were getting into cold water, little by little.
Ready? Okay, here we go.