man starts to have stomach pains. After a few days of uninterrupted suffering he finally visits his doctor. After waiting uncomfortably in the waiting room for a number of hours, he is admitted to see his physician. The doctor conducts some tests, writes some notes, nods his head while saying over and again "hmmm, interesting..." At last he gives the man his diagnosis. It's constipation and he'll need to use some suppositories to clear it up. The doctor asks the man to drop his pants and bend over, then the doctor shoves the medicated tablet up his poop shoot.

"You're going to have to repeat this every six hours for a week," the doctor tells the man, writing him a prescription.

The man leaves and picks up his pills. That evening, he is attempting to insert another suppository but is having some trouble. He asks his wife for help. She's a little leery at first, but she loves him, so what the hell. The man tells his wife what to do and drops his pants and bends over. The wife puts her hand on his shoulder and with her other hand pushes the petite pill in.

At that moment the man screams: "Fuck!"

"What's the matter?" asks his wife, concernedly. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," the man replies, "but I just realized that the doctor had both hands on my shoulders."

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