My good friend Megan was stationed out at Fort Leonard Wood when her fairly serious boyfriend, Brad, came out for a visit. It was at this point that she dropped the bomb on him that her recent physical had come back and she popped positive for Chlamydia. This resulted in mild to moderate fighting and accusations. Words were being thrown around like 'Slut', 'Liar', and 'Weird Smell'. They finally decided that the best course of action would be to get him tested for said disease just incase he had it too. After boldly going where no cue-tip had gone before, and many curse words, tears, and screams filling up the examination room, the results came back that he did not, in fact, have Chlamydia. Another awkward night of arguing ensued mainly around the basic question, "Well if you didn't get it from me then who the hell did you get it from?". Flash forward to the next morning when Megan receives a letter in the mail that they mixed up her results with another patient’s and that she was cleaner than a nun's ass crack. Megan and Brad had great makeup sex. Focus: Any near misses or full-on 'sunk your battleship' hits from the wild and wonderful world of STDs?