A young woman goes to her doctor's office, afraid
of the strange development on the inside of her
thighs . . . a green spot on the inside of each.
"They won't wash off, they won't scrape off and
they seem to be getting worse."
The doctor assures her he'll get to the bottom of
the problem, and tells her not to worry until the
tests come back.
A few days later, the woman's phone rings. Much to
her relief, it's the doctor. She immediately begs
to know what's causing the spots.
The doctor says, "You're perfectly healthy - -
there's no problem. But I'm wondering, is your
boyfriend a Harley guy?"
The woman stammers, "Why, yes, but how did you
know?"
"Tell him his earrings aren't real gold."
of the strange development on the inside of her
thighs . . . a green spot on the inside of each.
"They won't wash off, they won't scrape off and
they seem to be getting worse."
The doctor assures her he'll get to the bottom of
the problem, and tells her not to worry until the
tests come back.
A few days later, the woman's phone rings. Much to
her relief, it's the doctor. She immediately begs
to know what's causing the spots.
The doctor says, "You're perfectly healthy - -
there's no problem. But I'm wondering, is your
boyfriend a Harley guy?"
The woman stammers, "Why, yes, but how did you
know?"
"Tell him his earrings aren't real gold."
