A man went to the urologist to have his dripping urine problem checked out. The urologist was a 75 year old man, still practicing every day. As the old doctor examined the man's penis carefully, the patient observed that the old doc's hand shook rather violently. About the time the doc was fixing to take a close look, the phone rang that was hanging on the wall of the exam room, the man's penis in his shaking hand as he talked. When he hung up, he looked at the patient and asked, "Now, where were we?"

"Nothing. Just kiss me, doc!"
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So, did he kiss you Clayton???
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Do I need a referal?
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If you want his phone number . . .

The VCM might can fix you up.
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I am CERTAIN that Clayton can take of this all by himself. He is from Northern Alabama. :-) :-)
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Why hello Mac. Right on time. I was wondering which one of you guys had Dr. Parkinson's number. Go ahead and bomb it to Larry.:-)
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