The Dada Drummer has a best friend named Special K. He is generally awesome. His only flaw (ahem) is a touch of hypochondria.
Recently, Special K agreed to have a colonoscopy for a routine screening. Even though he had no symptoms of illness, the looming reality of the procedure made Special K FREAK OUT. His biggest fear, next to any needles that might be involved, was that they would discover that he is secretly and asymptomatically "riddled with colon cancer." His words.
Well, gentle reader, Special K had his colonoscopy. Endured the needles. And got a 100% clean bill of health. His colon is a happy, disease free place. No problems at all.
Special K's response to this good news?
"Great. I probably have prostate cancer."
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