Mysterious Case of the Limpy Penis 4:Pimps with Degrees

Some time had passed since my poisoning. It was time to see a new specialist, one that went by the name of Bones. After stepping into Bone’s office he gives me his diagnosis, stress fracture in my shin. He told me I would have to undergo an MRI to get to the root of the problem. Like a true salesmen he tries to get me to buy a $60 boot to help me walk but I tell em to go fuck himself. Mentally of course.

Before he leaves I lay down the true reason for my visit. He tells me my problem is out of his control and to seek the wisdom of the one they call Urologist. At this point I have reached the apex of my dissatisfaction. $117 dollars, 2 wasted trips, 4+ hours of my time and gas money wasted with still no clear resolution. It was then that I remembered one of the greatest truths of life, you want something done right, seek council in the streets.


Am i wrong?...Am i?..And the church said

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