My good friend B is an executive at a television network. As such, he gets free annual physical exams at the company clinic. Yesterday he went for this year's exam. Usually the doctor doing the exam is a hot 30-something female, so B kind of looks forward to it.
B had the usual blood tests and other prodding, and then it was time for his prostate exam. Suddenly, B realized that his bowels were not quite as vacant as one would hope at a time like this. Too late now, he thought.
The doctor who arrived for the prostate exam was not in fact the hottie, but a 60-year-old male. As he probed B's least receptive orifice, he said to B:
Doctor: So, did you give a blood sample?B: Yes.
Doctor: Yeah, well I have a stool sample here too.
With that the doctor ripped off his glove, threw it into the trashcan and stormed out the door, leaving B with a lube-covered and lube-filled ass. B reports that he did the "toddler walk" down the hall, trying to get to the bathroom to clean himself up without leaking santorum all over his pants.
