and I began think of my childhood. How we would play colon games as a child. Little Timmy Jenkins was our patient. By the time he was 10, his asshole was so big, he could stick his own arm up it and and tickle his nipples from the insides. That was also where he kept his lunch bucket. Ah, I remember the day, an eighth grader saw Timmy opening his lunch bucket and he mentioned, "What's that shit?" Timmy proudly said, "It's dingleberry delight." Timmy got the shit kicked out of him alot.
Anyway, enough about Timmy. Timmy has his own life now and so do I. The things you think about when you have a doctor's hand up your ass.