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I thought the date was going well.
Really, really well…
Until she told me to turn my head and cough.
Then I remembered I was there for my physical.
Strange that I had picked a female doctor.
Then I remembered I hadn’t picked a female doctor.
Who was this guy?
And why was he dressed in a clown outfit?
What a day?
As usual, my horoscope was right.
Clown doctor: “Good news. No hernias.”
Errr, thanks for the balloon,
but did you really have to tie it on there?