I lay on a gurney to be wheeled to my appendectomy.

I lay on a gurney to be wheeled to my appendectomy. Nurse pricked my arm and chatted: "Shot works pronto, so you're disorientated and speak funny. On to your heart surgery!". Chid.

"I'm a quantum dot in pig tail knot!" I replied.Identical twin interns wheeled me to the OP. A rabbit-suited surgeon with a shoehorn leaned over my belly and said "pliers" & pulled

hard at my belt buckle, startling me. "WAIT!" I screamed, causing the nurse to drop her tray of instruments with a muffled yelp. The surgeon smiled. "So you're going to tell me how

dont know

a damn thing, but does that stop me? No, of course not. Ignorance is bliss! The only problem I have is that I know that I don't know, which means I'm not ignorant. And I lack bliss

But in the waiting room to the asylum, he met a beautiful Rodian, who had a fetish for nipples, and he changed his mind so he could have a 'fun time' with her... or him? Whatever.

This was a mental institition in disguise, after all. Not a place for the squeamish, Dr. Shggjkvvhkfsky agreed. The Rodians used Rhodia pads of various sizes. It was quite logical.

The patients were replaced in secret with Folger's Instant Patient and their families were tested to have authentic personalities without any hesitation or idiosyncrasies which

might clue Mrs. Olsen onto their inauthenticity. But Mrs. Olsen had always been able to spot mountain grown patients a mile away by the angle of their teeth and was not fooled.