One day Harry went to work feeling perfectly fine and was astonished when his secretary told him to lie down on the sofa; even more so when his boss told him to go home and take the day off work. Later even his poker buddies urged him to go to bed.Finally he went to see his doctor, who was totally puzzled by Harry's symptoms.
The doctor went through all his medical books on the bookshelves and muttering to himself said , "Looks good, feels good......No you look like hell. Looks good, feels terrible....No, you feel fine, right?"
He began thumbing through the books furiously when finally he said, "Looks terrible, feels good.
Hmmmmmmm, Aha, I have it! Looks terrible, feels terrific. Harry, you are a vagina!"