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G’night!

Geez, the image quality of the stupid shit I steal off Facebook is getting worse and worse.

Sorry, y’all, I was out late tonight. See you mañana!

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Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 15, 2019, 12:26 am

It may be that in that doctor’s office “hæmorrhoids” is a euphemism, a code word for “anal prolapse and lesions”.

N.B.: A web search for “anal prolapse” is best foregone.

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: March 15, 2019, 5:46 pm

But privately speaking –
have you been depressed recently?
And do you have any guns in your house?

Go ahead and share that information with us in a non-binding legal sort of way
we might need it later.

 


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: March 15, 2019, 5:57 pm

At my last check-up, a very kind nurse-practitioner in-training asked me a long list of questions on behalf of my insurance company, which I congenially answered. When he asked if I had guns in my home, I nearly took off his head. I informed him rather tersely that I never discussed firearms with anyone. He blanched. Then he went back to asking health questions which I continued to answer congenially. I’ve always wondered what he wrote on the form about guns.

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 15, 2019, 11:30 pm

@Deborah HH – I’m pretty sure he wrote something like “Poor anger management. Mentally unstable. Has guns in house.”

The only time I’ve ever been asked if there were guns in my house, I said no, because at the moment I’ve got my Ruger LC9s in my pocket. If I’m ever asked by anybody else I’ve decided to simply say, “No, but what an odd question.”

(TL;DR – My doc and her nurse already knew I was always armed because I once asked them to subtract 10 lbs. from what the scale said I weighed; they thought I was joking until we weighed my pants and they did, in fact, weigh 10 lbs. I wear cargo shorts all the time here in Florida and carry around way too much crap in addition to a pistol and extra magazine.)

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: March 18, 2019, 4:09 pm

Uncle Al,
I just lied, because while I like my doc, and I know he owns a few rufles that will drop a wild pig in it’s tracks, it’s none of their damn business and I’m not obligated to tell them the truth.

Besides the guys in Washington who have the “Oh my! we don’t have a registry!” registry already know about most of the ones I own.

 

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