It’s almost time for my procedure.
Once you get to be my age, it’s something you gotta do. Every five years, like clockwork.
I hate it. Loathe it. So demeaning.
The prep? Nasty, sure, but it’s no big deal. You drink the goop, you shit all day. No fun, but I can deal with it. Hell, I did deal with it. Yesterday.
But this is today. Here comes the doctor, now, with his polka-dotted lab coat, his size 26 shoes, his painted face, his red rubber nose... and that six-foot length of fiber-optic hose.
Gawd, I hate getting a Clownoscopy.
Once you get to be my age, it’s something you gotta do. Every five years, like clockwork.
I hate it. Loathe it. So demeaning.
The prep? Nasty, sure, but it’s no big deal. You drink the goop, you shit all day. No fun, but I can deal with it. Hell, I did deal with it. Yesterday.
But this is today. Here comes the doctor, now, with his polka-dotted lab coat, his size 26 shoes, his painted face, his red rubber nose... and that six-foot length of fiber-optic hose.
Gawd, I hate getting a Clownoscopy.
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