A woman in her thirties had been suffering from a mysterious medical condition for years. She could never find a boyfriend. She had visited every specialist in the city, but no one could find the cause. Finally, a friend suggested she see a renowned expert named Dr. Wu.
She arrived at the clinic and was eventually called back. “Please,” Dr. Wu said, “step into my examining woom.” She did as he asked.
Once inside, he instructed her, “Now, sit on da examining table.” She complied.
“Next,” he said, “take off all yo’ clothes.” Though a bit nervous, she followed his instructions.
Finally, Dr. Wu directed her, “Now, get on all fours and look back at me through yo’ legs.”
The doctor took a long, careful look, then jumped back and shouted, “Ah-hah! I know yo’ pwoblem!”
Relieved, the woman asked, “You do? Thank goodness! What is it, Doctor?”
“You have da Zachary Syndrome,” he replied solemnly.
“The Zachary Syndrome?” she asked, confused. “What’s that?”
He looked her right in the eye and said, “It’s simple. Yo’ face looks zachary like yo’ icehole!”
