
Gratooo-eeetus Photo for Blog Posting: Deep Thoughts or Prepping for Poop?
Originally uploaded by Fatty Will Rule the World!.
So the doctor sends me to the pharmacy with a scribble on a piece of paper. I turn it in, wait an hour, and then return to pick it up. The lady who helps me at the pharmacy is about 45 years old, normal looking...whatever that means.
Pharmacy woman: "That will be $3.24."
Fatty: Hands over money in exchange for package of silver bullets. "Thank you."
PW: "Do you need the pharmacist to answer any questions?"
F, who doesn't ask questions about anything with the word "RECTUM" written on it in all caps: "No, I think it's pretty self-explanatory."
PW: "So, you know where to stick it?"
F: "I have a good idea of where."
PW: "Do you know to take the wrapper off?"
F, who by now has gotten over that tiny ounce of southern-girl restraint and lady-likeness that her Mother worked so hard to teach her: "Do I look like I'd try to eat a tamale with the shuck on it?"
PW: "Well, you'd be surprised by what some people will do."
1 comment:
Good goin, Fatty. U gotta member that southern don't mean stupit 'n that PW musta been from up north.
Hopin ur problem is betta 2-day. I had innies and outies after Bunny Boy wuz borned 'n then never again.
Yo Mama is her dauters mama ... went n-2 the low life Radio Shak in the nearby low life strip mall 1 git some 4.99 on sale CD discs to record lotsa vakation memries.
The RSW rang up my purch-ass and I started to swipe that lil appropriate mashine when he sed, "STOP", "don't do that until you answer the question on the screen". Yo Mama calmly looked 'n
sed, "Hable Espanol". He said "OH". Purch-ass completed.
Yo Mama B bi-lingual, fooled him!
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