There’s no way to clean this up, so I apologize in advance.
Here at The Atlantis Paradise Island (pictured above from my balcony) and decided during last Sunday’s show at Jokers Wild to talk about prostate exams. I have resisted doing such material for years. It’s cheap fodder, not unlike jokes about cops stopping for donuts or shopping for feminine hygiene products when you’re a guy. But the show was a desultory affair, one I’m glad only 11 people witnessed, so I told the story about my urologist, a marvelous guy who probably saved my life, and a prostate exam he once gave me.
“Now, Barry, don’t be nervous,” he said, as I was bent over the table. “A lot of men get an erection during a digital exam.”
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