Mr. Bean at the Urologist

Was at the urologist today. Always a good time for ridicule. This time I misunderstood the usage of the sticker they gave me, and ended up running around with my urine-sample label stuck to my chest, like a proud life-size piss pot. I then had the Perfectly Integrated Asian Assistant Doctress draw her impression of my testicle on a piece of paper. Should have kept it to show her mom on occasion, so that she can see what her daughter is doing for a living.