The robot "Professorn 1000" arrived in a

The robot "Professorn 1000" arrived in a humble IKEA box. I hasty started to put it together. After much work i found out that one piece was missing. I turned it on anyway and

I brought up my hand to shield my eyes from the unbearable brightness. A voice boomed like a chorus of french horns. "Welcome to heaven! Do you have your ID?"

I fumbled for my wallet, realizing I'd left it on the hospital bed. "Registration?" The voice bellowed. I shook my head. "Wait by the cherubs while we look you up in the system."

The cherubs grinned at me and winked, "Happens all the time." Cherubs in a hospital apothecary? At this point I began to suspect that not all had gone well with my gallblatter OP

"Your gallbladder is fine. I had a look at it myself. It's peachy", said the Cherub working his teeth with a pick. "Me and the boys were just out checking on things. I saw you were

lost again. Since when'd you think you're a Doctor?" "Since I took up part time work for Dr. Goodfeel Drinkenstein." That doesn't make you a doctor the boys chided. But the Cherub

Knew I had no idea what Lydia Pinkham's classic liquid tonic was used for. A bottle was on her dresser.

It smelled like turpentine, it looked like India ink, I held my nose I closed my eye. I took a drink. My breasts receded and I grew boy parts. My pay increased by 25%. It was a

transgendered kind of day in Green Bay, double U eye. And now I'm just another ordinary regular guy. I'm just a regular guy. I kissed my boobies goodbye. I'm just a regular guy. .