On my family medicine rotation in western, KY a couple of weeks ago there was a doctor there that wears flip flops all the time. So the CEO of the hospital comes up to him and says Dr. Vincent, you are required to wear shoes in the hospital. Vincent says yer makin two assumptiens one is that I works fer you and two is that I gives a shit. Second one my brother is a lawyer representing a pot farmer and he is driving this big redneck down the road and the redneck sees a snapping turtle along the road. The redneck tells him to stop the car so he can get the snapping turtle to make turtle soup. My brother says no fuckn way am I putting that snapping turtle in my new car. The redneck says put him in the trunk. My brother says no fuckn way am I letting that snapping turtle eat the shit out of my golf clubs. So the redneck says he will hold him out the window while they are driving. So the redneck is holding this big 50 lb snapping turtle out the window for about 30 miles and finally the redneck finally says this suckers kinda wearin on my grip. Brother has to stop the car and let him rest his arm then they keep going with a snapping turtle hanging out the window.
For clarity, which one was the redneck? Ok, I'll play along. True story. I am doing a home assessment in Walker County, Alabama for the Child Welfare Dept. I have to pee, so I ask if I can use the restroom. I walk to the back of the house, and there, with the door wide open, sits the 11 year old daughter doing her business. I apologize, turn around and go back into the living room, and the kid yells from the bathroom, "just come on in and pee in the sink." Mom looks me dead in the eye and says, "Oh, that would be fine. She won't look." I swear it happened. (I later found out that they were from Kentucky.) Barry
True story. Even the Kentucky part. I was investigating the family for a sexual abuse allegation against the Step Father. He swore that he was completely innocent, no sex, no drugs, etc. They had a solid white husky dog, and I asked the Dad what the dog was named. He stutters and said, "ah, we ain't named him really. We just call him dog." About that time the eight year old says, "nuh uh, you call him Cocaine cuz he is all white." I swear it happened. Barry
Self depreciating humor shows that I am secure and confident. Unlike you, big chief SQUAT-TO-TEETEE. Barry
get a chair then. or put your feet between the girls legs on the toilet. there is always a way around it.
What follicle on the nutsack of the in-tard-web did you pustulate from? I thought yu and Mia had followed through on your suicide pact...
