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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:39:45 GMT
Stop looking at me or die.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:39:55 GMT
Please don’t make me go out with Barbie and, yes, I know it’s too easy, Ken.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:40:16 GMT
All right, Jack, listen to me. Ron’s in the bathroom diapering his kid. When he gets out, it’s playtime. And, son, lately your coloring’s been sloppy and your Elmo song — well, unfortunately, it’s lacked heart. Now you and I, we both know that your super-secret go-to toy are your building blocks. Well, it’s time to shine, Jackie Cox. It is time to shine. Earn daddy’s love on three. One, two, three — earn daddy’s love!
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:40:37 GMT
You two are, without a doubt, the worst co-chief residents of all time. And in case you haven’t noticed, we’ve got ourselves one hospital chock-full of monkey interns; and, news-flash, your job is to catch whatever they’re flinging. Coffee talk, ladies, is now officially over. Get your asses to work. Now
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:41:04 GMT
Oh, I-I-I’m sorry. Here I was in my own little world, talking to myself and dreaming about candy bracelets.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:41:46 GMT
Barbie, why did you order this test? For the love of God are you a real doctor or a doctor like Dr Pepper’s a doctor?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:42:13 GMT
And watching his face as I kick his worthless butt up and down this golf course every week is basically…, well, it’s the most fun I can have without being forced to cuddle afterwards.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:42:46 GMT
Excuse me, I need a moment of silence so I can get into a meditative state where I block out any irritating white noise. I call it my happy place.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:43:40 GMT
Yeah, I pretty much freak out over staph infections, blood disease, mumps, measles, sex, drugs, rock and roll, and definitely all registered independents. So I think between us we’ve got everything covered.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:43:58 GMT
…in our defense, you’re overly cheery and we were bored…
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:44:12 GMT
Who said who to what now?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:44:46 GMT
And you, my little precious, should give some thought to purchasing some non-bunching panties. They give you the extra support you love so much, while protecting against those offensive lines underneath your scrubs.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:45:05 GMT
So, you caught sight of the Janitor’s window crank, and think you may have seen a little melanoma on there? Hmm! Well, then, it’s your obligation as a doctor and your privilege as a woman to go back and ask him if you can’t see it one more time. Now, ‘course I’d love to help, but I’m off to baby-sit the only other being on God’s green earth who’s needier than you. And, in the meantime, I need you to go in and tell Mr. Mueller that his liver has lesions on it and it doesn’t look good.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:45:23 GMT
Barbie… you’ve met be before, yes? Now, at most, I can muster one hug a year, and nine months ago I hugged my son, so: you’re gonna have to do it.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:45:41 GMT
And for the hundredth time: You’re right, you had absolutely nothing to do with me getting involved in this Mrs. Bumbry case. But, for God’s sake, Carla, the much bigger problem facing us right now is just exactly how do we get you to stop annoying me?
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