Tanya's gynecologist was romantic. He always brought flowers and
candy whenever he visited poor Tanya in the hospital. “I stopped in
town to buy red roses,” he said with a smile on his pocked face that
revealed a total absence of usable teeth. “Can you prove to me right
now that you're a female doctor?” Tanya asked suspiciously. “No,”
the doctor replied, hurt by her doubt. “You must!” Tanya screamed
in confusion. “Alright,” the perturbed doctor relented by taking off
“his” thong *******. “Your ***** is beautiful,” Tanya cooed loving-
ly as all of her doubts evaporated like Clorox on a Toyota trunk lid.