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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:14:52 GMT
Since the baby came along we’ve been fighting less and less.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:15:07 GMT
This whole I don’t care what people think about me” act? It’s pretty convincing. But methinks there’s a sad little cartoon boy living inside the hairy beast. And he’s sad because, at the end of the day, he realizes that the only thing people think about is what an evil son-of-a-bitch he really is. See you later, Bobbigator.”
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:15:21 GMT
I’m gonna go ahead and write you a prescription for two testicles; and you feel free to get this filled out whenever you want.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:15:38 GMT
Lookit, I don’t have time right now to be the hundred-watt bulb for your annoying little moth, so if you could just fly away, that’d be great. Just fly awa–hey….?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:16:04 GMT
Do you know how I know that this is yours, Farrah? ‘Cause when I paged you earlier, someone found it next to a can of Fresca and a dog-eared copy of Teen People magazine. Anyway — long story, short: The whole incident gave me a bang-up idea; because, you see, I’ve got tomorrow off. So I’m gonna be on my couch, sipping on some scotch and paging you every twenty seconds. And if you don’t answer every damn last one of ‘em, I’m gonna shove this thing so far down your throat it’s gonna make you take a tinkle every time it goes off. — Big fun, right?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:16:42 GMT
Not going to happen. I had to strangle a nurse to get this clicky top.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:18:27 GMT
Oh my God, I could fly to China, adopt a child, raise her and send her to medical school, and then train her to do this procedure in the time it’s taking you to finish.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:19:31 GMT
I’ll drink to hate.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:19:44 GMT
Look, Barbie, what you’re missing here is that you’re private practice now. That means you’re the enemy. And I know, as a doctor, disease is supposed to be the enemy, but I’m giving hepatitis and his bantam infectious buddies a pass, and I’m coming after you today. The bottom line is you’d rather clock out of here early than run the extra mile for your patients, and, Barbie, that makes you a sell-out.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:20:11 GMT
She’s been gone 6 weeks, Bobo. But wait, before I make you look like a complete idiot, we’d all like to thank you for setting up the new employee discount of copydump. Gang! (…) And back to insulting you, she’s been gone 6 weeks, Bobo, the 6 days that you’re referring to are the 6 days you actually worked this month.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:20:37 GMT
Sorry about that, Bobo,but I’m gonna go and tell the truth whenever i damn will, please. For instance, your tie. It’s hideous, in fact its only redeeming quality is to divert attention from the very visible outline of…your man-girdle.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:20:48 GMT
Oh sure, sure as long as you cut back on your vegetables. And maybe, you know, buy some clothes from this decade.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:21:27 GMT
Jordan, here’s the plan: I’m gonna go ahead and cram an entire evening’s worth of drinking into the next five minutes. Now, you just make sure not to engage them. Be particularly aware of the blonde talky one – I’ve worked with her before – she has no off button.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:21:49 GMT
Shut it, Newbie. Your blacker half is trying to concentrate.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:22:08 GMT
Could I, uh, could I have everybody’s attention, please. Jordan’s pregnant. [Talking in high-pitched voice] No. But Dr. Cox, here I thought you and Jordan were done trying to have any more babies. We were, but my vasectomy didn’t take which, apparently, is not that uncommon. [High-pitched voice] Holy crap, Dr. Cox. That must have really pissed you off. [Regular voice] Yes, it did. What is, what is your name? [High-pitched voice] Oh, I’m any generic hospital worker who happens to ask you a question about your pregnancy and l or any baby-related issues. [Regular voice] Isn’t that nice? This morality play was made possible by a grant from the Just See If I Was Kidding Foundation”.”
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