Had a boob job yesterday.
Actually… it was a mammogram from hell*
This mammogram was a slammogram.
A grand slammo.
Ladies… you know the drill.
Your bountiful breasts are slammed onto a cold glass panel (oddly similar to a shelf in your refrigerator), then pressed mercilessly ’til your eyes water or your ears bleed (whichever comes first).
Then the technician runs to her safe place across the room and shouts, “Don’t breathe.”
(“Honey… no problem. I stopped breathing with the first cringing slam.”)
Women… feel our pain!
Forget ’bout water boarding. A grueling slammo on private parts will make grown men squeal like rats.
English: Woman undergoing a mammogram of the right breast (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
*Disclaimer: Truly hellish is “Lumps, cysts, malignancies are suspected and/or found.”
* Don’t forget to schedule your annual mammogram.
* Do jokes need warning labels and legal disclaimers now?