I went to the doctor at the VA hospital for a tune up and oil change. He said, "Happy Birthday" gave me an envelope and sent me to the outpatient lab for a prostate cancer test.
The envelope? It was a colon cancer test. I have to mail it back to the VA with samples of my poop. Just a light smear, the instructions say. As if I was going to slap it on like Spackle.
This is what you have to look forward to in about 13 years, Fly.
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