my lovely Miss Doctor What's-Her-Face, my chiropractor and new love of my life...
wasn't there today.
the shock. the horror.
instead I had dr. I'm-a-bit-nervous-around-women...who said he was surprised he could "perform."
whoa there, killer.
you've got your legs pressed into my body, my boobs are hanging out my shirt (I should've worn a t-shirt), your hands are all over me...
and you're having performance anxiety?
ruh roh.
I swear my body shut down, disallowed any and all cracking (wouldn't want it to crack the WRONG way, now would I?), and settled for a tuesday appt with the love o' my life.
it's cool dr. I-don't-get-laid-very-often, I aint mad. I still got my fifteen minutes of electro-shock therapy and a good giggle out of this morning's appointment.
don't stress it too much.
I hear it happens to all the doctors. really.
next time...I'm sure you'll do just fine.
4 comments:
Poor boy was stuck in a difficult place there. To a lot of men pregnant women are hot, but you are such an over powering personality that you scared his enthusiasm away. And in the process probably saved both of you a world of awkwardness.
he hurt my neck.
the boy must die.
As long as he actually hurt you. I don't want you out there just randomly offing people. Folks already have a poor opinion of hormonal women and gun control.
don't worry, big mike...
I'll use a knife.
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