I need a morphine drip and a cherry sucker, stat
Pneumonia is for wimps. Real men get "walking" pneumonia. Yes. That's the diagnosis. "Walking" pneumonia. Doctors. Finally, after 4 nurses, or students, or janitors, poked and prodded me with their fancy little devices, and 2 hours went by, the doctor comes in. (This is at 3 in the morning. Honestly, how busy can a Sioux Falls emergency room get?) The prestigious doctor walks in and asks, "So, what do you think is wrong with you?" ...Uh, what? Well, I am quite certain there, doc, that I have a serious case of the justgivemesomepainmedicationandgetthehelloutofmyfacealytis.
Oh, you've never heard of it? Maybe that's because you are a dumbass. Quit playing games with me and just give me the good stuff. I'm not paying you...wait...I'm not going to throw away your bills and avoid your future phone calls for me to tell you what's wrong. That's why they pay you the big bucks. Now, for the millionth time, check my blood pressure so you can trick me into thinking that you are actually doing something.
I'm changing my major. A couple extra years and I can make bank asking patients what's wrong. In the meantime, don't be alarmed if I tap your knees. I'm just practicing.
On the cheery side:
Sleepeater has secured steady work at 601 Arota. Every Wednesday, and either Fri. or Sat.(depending on if we have a ROCK gig) we will be jazzing our little hearts out. This is good news to us, as a full-length album will be within our reach, at least finacially.
On the apologetic side:
The editor wishes to apologize to any fans who may have been upset with the last post. It was not the intent of the editor to "dis" any of the patrons who were listening. Also, the opinions expressed by the editor do not necessarily express the opinions of sleepeater. In fact, sleepeater would prefer the editor just keep his mouth shut and sport that pretty face.
Oh, you've never heard of it? Maybe that's because you are a dumbass. Quit playing games with me and just give me the good stuff. I'm not paying you...wait...I'm not going to throw away your bills and avoid your future phone calls for me to tell you what's wrong. That's why they pay you the big bucks. Now, for the millionth time, check my blood pressure so you can trick me into thinking that you are actually doing something.
I'm changing my major. A couple extra years and I can make bank asking patients what's wrong. In the meantime, don't be alarmed if I tap your knees. I'm just practicing.
On the cheery side:
Sleepeater has secured steady work at 601 Arota. Every Wednesday, and either Fri. or Sat.(depending on if we have a ROCK gig) we will be jazzing our little hearts out. This is good news to us, as a full-length album will be within our reach, at least finacially.
On the apologetic side:
The editor wishes to apologize to any fans who may have been upset with the last post. It was not the intent of the editor to "dis" any of the patrons who were listening. Also, the opinions expressed by the editor do not necessarily express the opinions of sleepeater. In fact, sleepeater would prefer the editor just keep his mouth shut and sport that pretty face.
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