So, yeah, dude. “Not so bad.” Is that also how you’d describe my annual Pap, in which a lady I do know puts a freezing cold metal gun in my cooter, cranks it open like she’s using a friggin’ car jack, and then takes a swab and pokes it at my cervix like it’s an arrow looking for the bull’s-eye? “Now just a pinch.” If someone pinched me like that at work, at the movies, or at a restaurant, they’d be leaving with a black eye,
