It's been months of torture. He sits around all day rubbing us, but won't get us the treatment we need. Why, oh why, won't he go to see a specialist? How much longer are we going to have to ache like this?
It's summer and we want to go out to play. But, no. We're going to hang around the house.
Tonight we're meeting with his prostate. If he doesn't do something to fix us, we're going to get the prostate and maybe even the bladder to join us in a General Strike.
When he's got to piss so bad that he's doubled up in pain, but his prostate will only let the pee dribble out drop by drop, he might think about getting some REAL help.
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