Have you ever noticed in those commercials for Viagra and Cialis how the narrator always says, “Ask your doctor if your heart is healthy enough for sex.” Well, I’ve never asked Dr. Bogomilov, but I imagine his response would be, “Vell, I guess you can try dat if you vant, but I tink you vill find it more pleasurable if you use a different organ.”
This leads me to the conclusion that somewhere in their twelve to fifteen years of medical school, physicians must required to take one of Dr. Kropotkin’s courses such as; Hospital Humor, Bedside Manner for Dummies, or The Human Funny Bone and How to Tickle it.
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Janet, must you go?
Yes, Roger. This feeling’s been building in me for a long time. I can’t put it off any longer.
But what if they try to stop you?
Then I’ll do what I have to. I’ve never been one to make waves, but this is something I must do. They’ve left me no choice.
But you could be arrested, thrown in jail. What would that prove?
Perhaps my sacrifice would open the door for someone else.
Janet, you are the most courageous woman I’ve ever met.
Don’t be so melodramatic, Roger. I’m just going to the restroom.
Yes, this is my take on the transgender bathroom snafu that has so many people’s bowels in turbulence. If Janet wants to stand at the urinal next to mine and relieve herself, I really don’t have a problem with it–just as long as she doesn’t point and laugh.
Last week, asumani offered me a 75% discount if I could go three weeks without writing about bodily functions. Looks like someone is due a full refund.
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