Bedside manners
04Nov09

For the low, low bargain basement copay price of twenty dollars, I got the full work up, the vajayjay checkup and a boobie rubdown, and a valuable lesson.
I learned that it is not appropriate to ask your (young) (hot) (female) (yes, this is relevant to the story) doctor if, while she’s feeling up your goods, you can take a picture for a male friend and/or financial gain.
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Uh, Veaj? Rings. Third finger left hand. You have something you want to share?
Merely that I like rings.
You never know with you. Yesterday could have been your own balloon ride.
Oh… naw you didunt go there.
Don’t act shocked.
Me thinks you had the same doctor I had a few months ago.
Luckyyy.
I know, right?
What’s a guy gotta do to get an appointment with this Dr.?
Have healthcare, I suppose. Making you one of the lucky ones, in more than one way.
So are you saying you DIDN’T get that picture?
Touche.