When I was 10, my parents took me to the hospital for an enema. The zoo would have been nicer.
The doctor and nurses had to subdue me while I was screaming:
“I have no bum! I have no bum!”
They did not believe me.
Doctors always have posterior motives.
note: I fear I may have become an enema combatant.
double note: for cleansing coffee enemas, I recommend a drip, no whip and an extra shot.
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This is my favourite! I like it “a latte”.
I just KNEW you would enjoy this one! 😉
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