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by cait collins |
we don't do stamps my family is priceless my auntie who is a lady i know personally went to the gynecologist's office for the annual the whole ordeal makes her nervous she swallows a faint sedative beforehand and while waiting in the waiting area in the office she goes to the bathroom and it's the same as office bathrooms go there's no crappapper auntie uses tissues pulled from her purse and she pees wipes and waits pees wipes and waits pees wipes and waits again like that as "appointments" go on and on til the end of time then it's aunties turn she makes it to the room finally undresses dresses in the flimsy colorless paper robe crackling like a campfire as she mounts the table and she's prepped and ready the doctor comes in after the nurse the doctor leans down fiddles inside the stirrups aunties crotch stares back and he searches for identifiable and unidentifiable medical oddities that shouldn't be there then suddenly he pops up backs off away from her and the sweating twat looks over at the nurse the nurse looks at the doctor then the nurse looks at the doctors rubber gloved fingers then back at the doctor and the doctor and the nurse both burst into a raging fit of laughter auntie darts up mortified "what happened? what's wrong ?" "now now nothing to worry you seem to be in fine health can get dressed now and go to the front desk but there's one thing..." the doctor noted "we don't take green stamps!" and he handed auntie the s& h green stamp that was glued to her pussy
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