Doctor, Doctor
I had just woken up from a little nap when I realized how very cold I was. To alleviate my chills, I first put some clothes on. Then, I ventured into the wilds of the "kitchen". Upon a quick overview of counter, I found what my icy limbs required: hot cocoa. I put the kettle on and scooped a heaping scoopful of premium cocoa powder into my favorite mug. For some extra heat, I added a dash of cayenne pepper. Finally, the tea kettle screamed with delight and the cocoa danced and twirled. Before I could drink, I added a swirl of whipped cream. So tasty, so beautiful. So dangerous. I drank, and I drank fast. How can something taste so good, and hurt so much at the same time? Oh where is my doctor to ease the pain in my tongue? And how about a cure for all of these doctor sex fantasies I keep having?