Saturday Morning, 8:14 a.m.
Sid: I think I need to go to the hospital.
Mrs: Why, what's wrong?
Sid: I'm exhausted.
Mrs: You don't need to go to the hospital.
Sid: But famous people check into the hospital for exhaustion.
Mrs: You're not famous. Get your ass out of bed.
Three years of medical school and she thinks she knows everything.
4 comments:
Maybe you should have gotten a second opinion.
Did you show her all the reprints of your tap dancing superhero review?
By all means, go to the hospital. The taxpayers really, truly care about the forgotten Olsen triplet.
doctors are so smug. next time you're feeling amorous and she's tired, you should threaten to drive her to the hospital.
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