“Why so glum?” I asked.
“I have my period,” she replied.
“No you don’t,” I said confidently. “Three years ago your doctor said they would end within a year. Lettuce see: three years minus one year equals two years of period-freeness.”
“I have my period,” she replied.
“Well then, maybe you should go back to the doctor and have a Pabst beer,” I suggested.
“A pap smear, you dumb shit,” she said glumly.
You dumb shit. Harumph. That’s the last time I’m going to give helpful medical advice.
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I was once sent an appointment for a cervical smear. They were rather surprised when I turned up...
KIM: Why, were you late?
I hope everything went well for you.
Pabst beer -- love it. I'll use that as soon as I can!
I'd rather have a Pabst beer than a pap smear too. I'll have to ask my doctor for that next time instead.
Sometimes it's better to remain quiet!
MARY & KOOLIO: Clever, aren't I.
STINKY: Yes, I know that silence is golden. But knowing and doing are two different things when it comes to keeping my big mouth zipped.
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