help me, man, wish me luck

[Guest guest]

Jacquie, this is so funny. We have endured similar such situations

and I feel your pain, really.

I am sure we will have a good story tomorrow about and his close

personal friend and their visit with the doctor. Which I am sure

will be followed by tales of how not to apply ointment to an infected

close and personal friend.

I do not envy you one little bit. But it is funny.

Thinking happy penis thoughts for you tomrrow.

[Guest guest]

UGH!!!! I'll be thinking good, healthy penis thoughts for you. Poor !

ellen

help me, man, wish me luck

Tomorrow morning I am taking to the doctor to look at his penis.

On Friday I told her, " Relax this weekend, take time with your family, go

to the park, have a lovely time. Because come Monday morning, your week is

going to be shot to hell. "

(luckily I have a doctor with a sense of humour. ha. little does SHE

know.)

As many of you might remember reading last week, 's penis, a constant

source of fascination, has become an all-encompassing obsession, with

comments like, " it's not sitting right, " " it hurts " and " DON'T TOUCH MY

PENIS! AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! " He cannot walk four steps

without clutching his little friend and shoving it into some position that

miraculously allows him to complete his journey to the

kitchen/car/classroom, where it must again be adjusted and readjusted.

The doctor's visit, tomorrow, I envision as follows:

We enter the exam room, and sits on the table. The doctor suggests

he remove his pants and underwear. " Are you going to hurt my penis? " he

asks. " No, I just want to look at it. " " Are you going to touch my penis? "

" Yes. " bites her ear off, smashes her with her drug guide, and runs

screaming out the door, pants around his knees, clutching and adjusting his

penis as he goes.

Or if he is in a miraculous co-operative mood:

... " Are you going to touch it? " " Yes. " At this point, begins

screaming but does not assault the doctor. Two nurses and myself pin him to

the table as Dr L wrenches off his jogging pants and tries to gently look at

his goods and gets kicked in the face for her trouble. She finds an

infection and prescribes some topical ointment that thank god our heath plan

covers, as it will be a cold day in hell that I manage to apply the bloody

stuff and what a waste of money it is.

If it's not too bizarre, think 'happy penis' thoughts for us at 10:30am

EST tomorrow, will ya?

Jacquie

[Guest guest]

> If it's not too bizarre, think 'happy penis' thoughts for us at

> 10:30am EST tomorrow, will ya?

I'm thinkin' 'em already.

-Sara.

[Guest guest]

> If it's not too bizarre, think 'happy penis' thoughts for us at

> 10:30am EST tomorrow, will ya?

I'm thinkin' 'em already.

-Sara.

[Guest guest]

If it happens to be the second senario, ask her if there is a spray

medication for it!

Wishing you and the Dr. lots of luck!!

Sue

[Guest guest]

If it happens to be the second senario, ask her if there is a spray

medication for it!

Wishing you and the Dr. lots of luck!!

Sue

[Guest guest]

I was thinking the same thing, Georga. Great, er dirty? minds think

alike!!

Maggie

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[Guest guest]

Tomorrow morning I am taking to the doctor to look at his penis.

On Friday I told her, " Relax this weekend, take time with your family, go to the

park, have a lovely time. Because come Monday morning, your week is going to be

shot to hell. "

(luckily I have a doctor with a sense of humour. ha. little does SHE know.)

As many of you might remember reading last week, 's penis, a constant source

of fascination, has become an all-encompassing obsession, with comments like,

" it's not sitting right, " " it hurts " and " DON'T TOUCH MY PENIS!

AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! " He cannot walk four steps without clutching

his little friend and shoving it into some position that miraculously allows him

to complete his journey to the kitchen/car/classroom, where it must again be

adjusted and readjusted.

The doctor's visit, tomorrow, I envision as follows:

We enter the exam room, and sits on the table. The doctor suggests he

remove his pants and underwear. " Are you going to hurt my penis? " he asks.

" No, I just want to look at it. " " Are you going to touch my penis? " " Yes. "

bites her ear off, smashes her with her drug guide, and runs screaming out

the door, pants around his knees, clutching and adjusting his penis as he goes.

Or if he is in a miraculous co-operative mood:

.... " Are you going to touch it? " " Yes. " At this point, begins screaming

but does not assault the doctor. Two nurses and myself pin him to the table as

Dr L wrenches off his jogging pants and tries to gently look at his goods and

gets kicked in the face for her trouble. She finds an infection and prescribes

some topical ointment that thank god our heath plan covers, as it will be a cold

day in hell that I manage to apply the bloody stuff and what a waste of money it

is.

If it's not too bizarre, think 'happy penis' thoughts for us at 10:30am EST

tomorrow, will ya?

Jacquie