My Psychiatrist: "Yes. Yes, Patrick. I’m sure your voices must be very upsetting. But first, tell me…who is this Daze??
“Sz.com? Is THIS what happens when a bunch of schizophrenics get together to chat?!”
That rub n tug was a little more than I bargained for!
That’s sum cheap ass toilet paper…I can’t wipe with this…
looks like my recent doctors visit -
doc - "why do you need all these referrals!?"
me - “because I am now on a stupid hmo that requires referrals to the doctors I go to that you didn’t know about.”
Maybe if I stare hard enough at this $250 phone bill it will burst into flames and I won’t have to pay it.
Fred picks up his morning mail. The letter from his doctor says, " Dear Fred, I’ve got some bad news for you and some worse news about our appointment yesterday. The bad news is that you have 24 hours to live. The worse news is that I mailed this letter yesterday morning".
“I can’t believe that I got a ticket to see ABBA in their re-union tour. I had to hock my dentures to pay for this concert”
I Love ABBA!
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