While I, personally, have never had a mammogram (although Craig once slammed a dictionary closed on my chest), I've shown this to several ladies. And they had a few comments on it.
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"What's with the fucking mocktails? If you're going to slam my boobs between 2 ice-cold metal plates, the least you can do is buy me a REAL drink!"
"The only reason they're offering a manicure first is so I don't claw the tech to death."
"Define 'light refreshments'. Are we talking a bag of pretzels or some GOOD chocolate?"
"Who the hell is that skinny? I don't think either of them has boobs!"
"Gee, do you think they meant 'just for the girls'" as a double entendre?"
"Bryn Mawr? Can't they afford to buy more vowels?"
"Notice how they show a patient getting a manicure, instead of getting her breasts squashed."
"I don't want to see some stuffy 'expert' in a white coat. Can't they hire Chippendales dancers?"
"Is this a combo thing? Because if someone is trying to do a manicure on me, and I'm having my breast crushed at the same time, I'm not going to be holding still."