Yesterday I went to see a urologist in Midtown. My regular doctor suspects I might have kidney stones. The urologist, an attractive black gentleman in his 40's, inquired as to how frequently I exercised. I told him I didn't and he shook his head and told me what I need is a good spanking.
Today I'm sitting at my desk, eating my breakfast. I've just realized I have melted butter on the backs of my hands and in my hair.
I'm not certain which of the two scenarios is most disturbing to me, but I can see how they might be related.