“Am I good to go, doctor?”

“No yet. I must ask you to drop your pants.”

“Why?”

“Prostate exam.”

“Okay.”

At the ophthalmologist:

“We’re almost done. I just need you to drop your pants.”

“Why?”

“Prostate exam.”

“Hmm, unexpected but… okay.”

At the grocery store:

“Please drop your pants.”

“Why?”

“You bought cheese. Our cheese comes with a complimentary prostate exam.”

“What if I say no?”

“Well, then no cheese for you.”

“Hmm… alright then…”

At the bank:

“Hands up! This is a hold up.”

“Okay.”

“Alright, now please drop your pants.”

“Why?”

“Our hold-ups come with a free prostate exam.”

“Wait a second. I’ve been checked by my primary care physician, my ophthalmologist, and my grocer. My prostate is fine.”

“Well, I guess my father was right.”

“How so?”

“He kept telling me that I’ll never make it as a doctor. That’s why I rob banks as my main job, but I was trying to keep the dream alive. You know, by doing prostate exams on the side.”

“Oh, well… alright then, you can do your exam.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you! Hear that father???”

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