The day I became Kenny

Those closest to me will know that I have been fascinated, nay, obsessed, for a while now, with all things bowel-related. Not in a gross, toilet-humour kind of way, but in a "Did you know that Oats actually have more fibre than All Bran?" one. Anyhoo. By the by, besides the nutritional benefits of lentils, they do tend to make you bloated, so don't make the mistake I did and eat three bowls of lentil soup the day before you have any major sexxxi event. (Thanks mom) I needn't go in to how this fascination came about, because its really not that relveant, nor do I think anyone will want to read about it.
But back to the poo story. My recent fascination with all thing faecal, led me to see a very nice Dr today, whose eyebrows reminded me of the dad from American Pie.I was asked the usual questions and then led to the examination room. I breathed, I stuck my tongue out, said ah, and then....it happened.

Dr: "I'm going to have to perform an anal examination now."
me: "Sorry what?"
Dr: "An anal probe"
me:"Ummmmm, ok."

The whole time he was doing God knows what down there, the only thing I could think was "And this is what it must feel like to be gay."
And that kids, is how I became Kenny for a day.

Ps: I looked at the contraption while I was getting dressed afterwards, and OMG, it was HUGE. Bigger than my boyfriend definitely.