June 29, 2005
NOW I'M NOT A DOCTOR...
but I played one rather successfully between the ages of 6 and 9 on the little girls in my neighborhood. And all without benefit of a Holiday Inn Express. Although in retrospect that would have come in damned handy, had they taken the Senator's Diner's Club card.
Anyway, I hate it when a solitary lymph node flares up to fight some invisible infection somewhere in near proximity. I won't elaborate, except to say 'tis 'tween the tan lines. It wouldn't be so bad, but I am a frustrated pathologist, and must poke it ceaselessly for hours on end. Getting better, or worse? Hard to tell, dickhead, because you keep poking it.
It better be normalized in the morning. I don't feel like dropping my drawers for the nurse tomorrow. I'm supposed to be the doctor, dammit! Didn't you read the curriculum vitae I attached to my chart?
We had a few little girls in our area, that loved to play doctor. They loved to play with my pee-peee and watch it grown, they kept asking me, why, I don't have one of those? I told them to ask their mama. Those were the days, That is the reason, V-man and myself always have sex on our minds, Cat
Posted by: Catfish at June 30, 2005 10:00 AMAnd you know what's sad? They call it child molesting now when kids do that to each other. WTF? Who didn't play doctor?
Posted by: Kelly at June 30, 2005 12:02 PMLet's do the Hitchhiker's Guide thing. Get three spaceships to send to a new outer space colony to relieve the Earth from overpopulation. Put all the politicians and lawyers and bankers and insurance middlemen on the first one. Put all the social dogooders and reformers and other coercive visionaries on the second, and save the third for writers, teachers, artists, farmers, small businessmen, and the average Joes. Launch the first two ships, and then change our minds and leave everybody else here.
Posted by: Mark at June 30, 2005 1:41 PM