A poor woman just can't seem to do anything about the terrible stench of her mott, so she goes to see a specialist.
After a minute or so's rummaging around down there, the doctor says, "Aha! I think I see what the problem is. Just bear with me a moment, won't you?"
He goes out of the room and, a few minutes later, he comes back in brandishing a long wooden pole with a hook on the end of it.
"Wait," cries the poor woman, a little panicked now. "What are you going to do with that??"
"I'm going to open the window," replies the doctor. "It fucking stinks in here."
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A poor woman just can't seem to do anything about the terrible stench of her mott, so she goes to see a specialist.
After a minute or so's rummaging around down there, the doctor says, "Aha! I think I see what the problem is. Just bear with me a moment, won't you?"
He goes out of the room and, a few minutes later, he comes back in brandishing a long wooden pole with a hook on the end of it.
"Wait," cries the poor woman, a little panicked now. "What are you going to do with that??"
"I'm going to open the window," replies the doctor. "It fucking stinks in here."