labiatrician

My labiatrician said I’ve got more guts than a cafeteria lady on a Tuesday.

I told my labiatrician I was fine. He looked at me like I’d just told him I was a vegan.

My labiatrician said I had a ‘tangled mess’ down there. I said that’s just my life.

My labiatrician asked me if I was a ‘lady’ or a ‘guy’ who was ‘confused’ that day. I said both, and he gave me a weird look.

He called me a ‘walking disaster’ during my checkup. I called him a ‘walking disaster’ too.

My labiatrician took one look at me and said, ‘You’re not coming back here again.’ I said, ‘Good.’

My labiatrician said I had ‘a lot going on’ down there. I said, ‘That’s an understatement.’

He told me I had ‘a lot of drama’ in my lady parts. I said, ‘That’s just my life.’

My labiatrician asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said, ‘No, but I have a lot of enemies.’