Once I had a friend who was teaching me how to play chess. We could meet in the park and choose one of the many park benches they had available that had a built in chess table. One day he showed up, and he was walking kind of funny. I asked him what was wrong, and he said he had a bad case of hemmoroids. The guy sitting next to us advised him to be careful before he goes to the doctor, because his cousin was treated for  hemmoroids, that surgery that they use, and he was in the hospital for two weeks. I sure wouldn’t want to be in shoes. I guess after our chess match, he went to the natural medicines store that was near the park. Luckily the park was right in the middle of Chinatown, so maybe he got some secret thousand year old cure or something.

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