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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:49:15 GMT
Oh, please. Jordan used to use that one on me all the time. Immune. Watch this. Satin panties.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:49:40 GMT
Everyone, this is my sister, Paige. Paige, I’d like you to meet random people I don’t care about.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:49:53 GMT
You know, son, as a doctor, I spend a lot of my day dealing with other people’s poop. And I’m not going to lie to you, Jackie, it gets old. Now that’s, that’s not to say I haven’t enjoyed waking up to a fresh brown trout in your Huggies. Besides, you’re gonna do the same thing for me some day real soon. And yet, aside from actually seeing you being born and that time Wayne Gretzky said, What’s up” to me in line at the bank, you out of diapers is the best thing that’s ever happened. It truly is. Now why don’t you go into your room and play for a little while because we’re going to celebrate grown-up style.”
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:50:05 GMT
Hark, it is the high-pitched warble of the nosy nelly! Don’t see many of those flitting about these halls anymore because, well, quite frankly, when one does — one shoots to kill.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:50:17 GMT
Get the hell away from me.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:50:31 GMT
Maybe you could swing by our parts department and pick up a pair of testes?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:50:45 GMT
So Jordon tells me that while you were on your world leukemia tour, you neglected to visit a single doctor, medicine man, or scary shaman with the giant saucers in his ears. Psst. Ben. Turns out cancer’s the kind of ailment that you occasionally want to check up on.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:51:01 GMT
Newbie, you told me to tell her exactly how I feel, I did just that. Now you’ll remain on the floor until you come up with a new plan for me.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:51:11 GMT
That’s it! I want everybody to get out who is not an expert on lightbulbs! Go on! Get out! Out out out out out out out out out out out!
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:51:25 GMT
Fine, let him go to church. I mean, I let him go to magic shows. I’ll just tell him it’s all a lie when he gets home so he doesn’t have any of those crazy nightmares.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:51:39 GMT
Well, you shoulda let me hire the really skinny model. At least if she ate Jack, she’d throw him up right after.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:51:53 GMT
I was scared. In fact, I was freaking out all day, because I’m quite confident that I’m gonna be an absolutely horrible father.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:52:17 GMT
Oh, just not smart. Even for you.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:52:35 GMT
Those are my workout pants. She’s been trying to get rid of those, but I’ll be honest with you, I love them cause they’re so comfortable and you can get them on real quick.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:53:03 GMT
I, uh… I can’t believe you’re finally getting out of this deathtrap. The odds were against you. You had a life-threatening disease, a life-threatening doctor.
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