So, I just got home from the doctor’s office, have to write fast, I leave for hockey at 3 p.m.
Before my physical exam (don’t worry, I passed) a young lady measured my weight and height. Both short, traumatic events.
I need to lose 5 pounds and I’ve shrunk.
The extra pounds, no problem. I’ll just skate faster today.
However, though my driver’s license says I’m 5 ft. 6 and one-half inches tall the young lady said, “Not anymore.”
I’ve lost two inches.
Fast forward to the doctor’s arrival.
“Any problems you’d like to share?” she asked.
“I’m getting shorter,” I said. “What’s a good man to do?”
“Sonny says The Sex Show is coming to town. Think about going.”
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Is this the direction modern medicine is taking?
2:58. Gotta go.
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