I know, I know, some folks say that this is one medical procedure that is not needed anymore, that every other year or less is okay as long as you are healthy. It still makes me feel good to go down there and get humiliated into paying attention to my own wellbeing once a year. Kind of a swift kick in the pants, you know. Doctors need to stay healthy too. The initial procedures, of course, included getting weighed, having my temperature taken and getting the bejesus squeezed out of my right arm, my prescription writing arm, damn it by an automatic contraption akin to a boa constrictor with a streak of Velcro on his belly. Medicine is losing its personal touch, for sure. You know what happened next. I got herded into my own special room, complete with exam table, unused computer monitor, assorted tongue depressors and hard chairs.
After Tyler disable the broadcast, he and Aria hurriedly fuck each other