
“We suspected something was wrong after The Notebook.” One of his doctors said when reached by telephone. “Those pages aren’t exactly dripping with testosterone.”
The author’s wife, Cathy, had recently grown tired of expressing her feelings during daily conversations, not to mention the weekly shoe shopping and cuddling after sex. She encouraged doctors to have a good look around during the exam.
“He’s such a good listener, a great cook.” She said. “A tiny hidden vagina only makes sense.”