I've paid to see 'em all over the country,
If that was the case they'd be paying him.
I had a similar experience at the proctologist, except it was a frisbee I had quickly wiped with, and, much to my horror, as I would later discover, it was still stuck to my ass.
The doctor said "Will we be playing a game today, Gustav?"
I pretended I didn't hear him and just continued staring straight ahead, draped over that damned table, my eyes fixed upon the wall.
Only after I heard him say, "I have to remove this frisbee in order to conduct the examination", did I realize the severity of my situation.
I could have died.
I will never go back to that doctor.
Worse yet, gus's dog was still holding onto the frisbee.