met my mate
in t'pub last week, she was all quiet and uptight. After two and a half pints we were in the toilets with her paused to reveal what she had, over a few days, convinced herself was genital herpes. Even though we've been mates for 15 years it took a lot for her to fess up and explain the cause of her unhappiness. Irrational fear of 'The Clinic' had led her to me for a second opinion. After we took a few deep breaths she whipped down her keks, only to reveal a rather angry spot on her thigh not even remotely anywhere near her lady-garden.

She wept with relief; I nearly died laughing.
(strangebutdrew, Fri 15 Apr 2005, 12:24, Reply)