At the beach and eager for the right way to say “Ladies, I have money, manliness, and drive even with this paunch and man-tits?” Look no further than the Beach Doctor. What’s a doctor doing dressed like that at the beach, you ask? How could he possible use a stethoscope over the din of the crashing waves? How does a white jacket take to getting wet and sandy? This guy’s a doctor, how dare you question him!?
Well, I suppose you have some grounds for questioning him, so long as he’s peeing on a flesh wound. Or apparently any wound. I’m a little upset that Friends lied to me, and Discovery channel them. But I’m way more upset that one more funny disease/remedy is no more than a seahag’s tale. C’mon Earth, have a sense of humor.