Ewe Paik Leong, The Wordslinger: Botox can treat erectile dysfunction or ED, says Wati

“Where’s Jessica?” I ask Chow Kah, leaning back on the settee.

Cathy (pix below), seated beside Chow Kah, tosses her gaze at me. “Gone on leave for a few days. She took Botox treatment and the cosmetic doctor advised her to avoid alcohol for at least three days.” Turning her head sideways, she half-whispers to Chow Kah: “Darling, come, let’s sing a duet, a love song.”

My buddies and I arrived at Hot Legs Niteclub & Karaoke late and, earlier, Chow Kah did not book any GRO with Mummy Lulu. As a result, he ended up with Cathy, the only girl unbooked.

Chow Kah makes a face. “Jessica's a silly girl, she doesn’t need Botox!”

Wati (pix below), wearing a spaghetti strap prom dress, squirms on her seat. “You men can take Botox injections soon for ED. It's injected into the man-part."

Chow Kah jerks upright in his seat. “Where did you learn of this?”

“Journal of Sexual Medicine, this year’s issue, February, if I’ve not mistaken – I read it online.” Wati leans towards the coffee table, grabs a bottle of Bir Bintang by the neck and fills up Hussein’s mug.” For men who can’t consume Viagra because of heart problems or diabetes, this is a God-send.”

The door of the karaoke room swings open and Mummy Lulu sashays in. “What’s this I hear about Botox treating erectile dysfunction? Any scientific proof?”

“Yes, according to the Journal of Sexual Medicine, Dr. Gerald Brock, a Canadian urologist of St. Joseph Hospital and Dr. Sidney Radomski -- he's a professor of surgery at Toronto Western Hospital -- have developed a botox injection that can cure ED.” She flits her gaze to Mummy Lulu. “One injection can last six months.”

“Only one for six months?” Mummy Lulu raises her forefinger. “That’s worth it!”

Eyes gleaming with excitement, Hussein whips out his mobile phone. “I must call my travel agent, ask him to book an air ticket and a hotel room in Toronto. He can get the best rates for me. Toronto Western Hospital here I come!" He starts to jab a few buttons on his handphone

Mummy Lulu shifts her gaze to Hussein. “Can you ask your agent to book two air tickets and two hotel rooms.” She raises two fingers (pix below). “You don’t mind a travelling companion to Toronto, do you?”