Meet the war hero, General Anesthesia
I have been feeling a little under the weather, because a strange man drugged me and cut my third molars out. My head is swollen like a casaba melon and I have been living on the same soft, pliable foods that the elderly enjoy. Getting my wisdom teeth out at my advanced age makes me want to hang an explanatory sign around my neck reading "Poppa Didn't Love Me."
Also, Chico announced that he would prefer to go to Detroit with his father this week than to hang around with me.
Also, Chico announced that he would prefer to go to Detroit with his father this week than to hang around with me.
Labels: Chico jones, french bulldog
posted by Badinia at 9:14 PM
2 Comments:
Try to tough it out and save some of those Vicodin to sell to the high schoolers down the road for $5 a pop.
That, or you can help Dr. House out.
I dreamt I met handsome Hugh Laurie and said "I'm a huge fan of Fry and Laurie" and he said, "Oh, *you're* the one."
Spouse usually trades my Vicodin for records, sometimes before I am done with them.
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