MissTaken
Biker Chick
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Okay, so I have an appt tomorrow. I dread it. I hate the stirrups and the used gowns. I hate the smells of a doctor's office and I hate using part of a work day to be there.
I especially hate it when that cute little nurse practicioner gives me her cheesy, vacant smile of pseudo compassion while holding the speculum in her hand. She is soooo concerned she might hurt me.
What if I jumped up off the table and said, "Bend over, Babe. I will show you how to really get some ouch factor with that thing!"

Ain't it just wonderful being a woman?
I especially hate it when that cute little nurse practicioner gives me her cheesy, vacant smile of pseudo compassion while holding the speculum in her hand. She is soooo concerned she might hurt me.
What if I jumped up off the table and said, "Bend over, Babe. I will show you how to really get some ouch factor with that thing!"

Ain't it just wonderful being a woman?