“You’re not sick,” Dr. Ass said.
“Where does it hurt?” a normal doctor would ask. cherokee dr ass
Dr. Ass prescribed a pair of welding goggles and a porch swing. Wren talked for three hours that night. Her mother cried. “You’re not sick,” Dr
Dr. Ass knelt down. He picked up a shard that still had a mouth on it. “You’re not sick
And for God’s sake, turn around before you hear him say:
The legend’s name was Dr. Samuel "Cherokee" Assworthy—though no one had called him Assworthy since the Clinton administration. To the locals, he was simply .
THWACK.