Mr. Young: "When I realized she was having a seizure."
Dr. Grumpy: "How long after the seizure started was that?"
Mr. Young: (looks at Mrs. Young, both blush, look at floor) "Well, I didn't call right away, because we were, um, having sex at the time, and when she started shaking I just thought she..."
Dr. Grumpy: "Got it. So how long did the seizure last?"
9 comments:
Yeah, no, that's not a seizure.
To be seen on an upcoming episode of "Sex Sent Me to the ER?"
I know I should not be, but I am ROTFLMAO.
Shades of the Epileptic Whore in the novel version of MASH. I must reread that book.
Not long enough apparently.
Guy is going to be in demand.
If she's rockin don't come knockin
Ah, the human condition always comes up with amusing twist.
Goodness.
This is definitely a Top Ten blog post.
It's got everything, including amusing/disturbing mental pictures.
Many, many years ago when I was quite young, I went to see my ortho for a re-injury of a problem knee. He asked how I had injured it. I NOW know he meant, auto accident, on the job, etc., but being newly married, I replied, "Let's just say we got overly enthusiastic in bed..." I'm not sure who blushed more, him or me. Definition of TMI.
I applaud your professionalism and sympathy.
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