Originally Posted By: rharv
Hey!
I was in that "I'll make certain exceptions for" list .. where's MY prescription??
smile

/just thought of a new song title
//string bikini addict
///oh crap, now that won't be part of my prescription {redacted}


Oh, I am sorry to keep you setting in the waiting room. We have just been overrun with people needing treatment. The nurse ran off with the pharmaceutical salesgirl. She mumbled something about a pot of drugs at the end of the rainbow.

I have run out of medicine except for the two red zig-zag rolled stuff of unknown origin. The taxes have gone up so high on the house I can not even give it away.

My wife tells me she is asking for political asylum in Cuba. Even up there on tropical fruit road, the law took the gal and the whiskey still and you can get the stuff no more. No matter how you try, you can't buy, you can't get that stuff no more.

So Rharv, I am really sorry about this but this is the home of some pretty strange politicians who had promised to fix all this. We gave them a budget of twenty trillion dollars as a downpayment but they say all that money was stolen or lost or something like that.

You can take a number and we promise to get to your case as soon as we can depending on sea-level rise and the repair of the one remaining container unloading crane.

You know this is Florida and we are up to our rear end in alligators.

Thanks,

Dr.Billy

Last edited by Planobilly; 11/04/21 03:02 PM.
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