A woman goes to her doctor's office, afraid of the strange development
on the inside of her thighs, a green spot on the inside of each.
They won't wash off, they won't scrape off, and they seem to be getting worse.
The doctor assures her he'll get to the bottom of the problem, and
tells her not to worry until the tests come back.
A few days later, the woman's phone rings. It's the doctor.
She immediately begs to know what's causing the spots?
The doctor says, "You're perfectly healthy there's no problem.
But I'm wondering, is your boyfriend a Harley guy?"
The woman stammers, "Why, yes, but how did you know?"
"Tell him his earrings aren't real gold."
Originally Posted by The Raven
This is exactly why if I ever have a daughter, I'm going to teach her to swallow early on.
Originally Posted by Marisa
Undietaker is my hero.