It was a sunny afternoon when Carly had to go to the doctor. She got up, smoked a few jointies with Papa Glen, and headed out to the doctor's.
"Next" yelled Binky Anne, the doctor's assistant. Binky Ann may have seemed like a jolly good-doer, but behind her smiling family portrait was the portrait of fame and fortune and jewels of Cleopatricia! (author's note: couldn't remember the chick's name. help?) It was a mind-boggling woman that called Carly's name, just for the record.
Carly stepped into the doctor's office.
"Carly, I was looking at your x rays, and…"
"DO I HAVE HPV?!?!?!?!"
"No"
"R U SURE?!?!!?!"
"No"
"Well dats a chip of ma shoulder!"
"Yes. But," the doctor leaned in. What a hawtie, Carly though. "But, you are a man!"
"I knew my face wasn't just unnaturally masculine!"
The doc and Carly (or Carl as they called her now) laughed until the day's end.
BUT BINKY ANN WOULD GET HER REVENGE IF IT WAS THE LAST THING SHE DID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (besides take Skippy the dog for a walk… he deserved it, the poor thing!)