I went to the Doctor today to have them check on my eczema, next thing I know he is having me lay on my side facing the wall. I hear this squirting sound which I assume is KY and I ready myself for the worst. When he jammed his finger up my rear and started to feel around any faint thought of ever going gay were completely obliterated from my mind. I had to go home wash the KY out of my rear and it still hurts. I now fully appreciate the gravity of what someone means when they say that they are going to rip someone a new one, because I feel like that is just what the Doctor did to me.