Gongorhea!
“Whoaaaaa!”
Gus screamed as Herr Doctor stuck his index finger up his arse and twisted it around to check his prostate.
“Is not dat painful joon, man.”
Gus wanted to smack him in the face, but by the time he turned around the old man had left the room. He was there wiping his funky ass, when
the doctor returned,
“Diz vill take ca offit!” He said as he held a syringe high up the air, and
snapped his idex finger unto its side, then continued: “Please
vend down…don’t vorry no more fingers! It’s just a liddle prick diz time.” He chuckled.
Jealousy being what
it is, Gloria had arrived, and came straight to me, I stood up and gave her my seat as she asked:
“So what do you
think’s wrong with Gus?”
“Ya guess be good as
mine,” I responded, when suddenly,
“Noise, noise it’s
jest a liddle gongorhea is all vat it iz!” Dr. Schmidtt screamed as he came out of the examination room. “He vill be alright in a
few dayz, give him some penneysillum to take home, and he vill be okay then!”
Everybody in the
waiting room heard it, and when Gloria heard that, and saw Gus waddling behind doctor Schmiddt, she stood up, and…
“Ya bastid, how cud
ya?” She screamed as tears flowed down
her cheeks.
“Is she da vun vat
gives it to joo da gongorhea, uh Mister Montgomery?”
When she heard that, she headed for the door, turned around, and
stared at him,
“Don’t look fo me,
mon, I be going back ta Jamaica!”
She cried as she slammed the door behind her.
Gus looked at him,
and screamed,
“Discretion, ya
quack, couldn’t you has used a little discretion?”
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