Next Time, Buy Me a Drink First
Dr. Jami can't keep her hands off me. She's kind of a forward little thing. She spent quite some time handling my ... package. She said she couldn't find my right testicle, but you know she was just enjoying the scenary. Who can blame her; I'm the hottest thing since pizza pockets!
She wants to "check out my scrotum" a week before my "operation." Aw, yeah. You know I dig that action, but baby, this time at least buy me a drink! (I wonder what the operation is for? Oh, she probably just wants an excuse to be near my hot little self.)
I spread some Hoberific lovin' around the office. Made out for a bit with the vet tech. Gave Dr. Amy the glad eye. Smoochy-smooched with the receptionist. Baby, there's enough of me to go around. Aw, yeah.
I'm feelin' fine...
3 Comments:
Poor baby, he doesn't lnow what he is in for. His mom & dad must be very mean! He is way too little for something like that.
I'm not too young for some hot veterinarian lovin'!
He's big enough according to the vet.
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