Re: Health care, What the ????
The part I like is waiting in the lobby for three hours then finally being led into a tiny room where I'm interrogated and told that I'm fat and then led into ANOTHER waiting room, this one smaller and full of weiner enlarging advertisements and golf magazines. I sit in there for about thirty minutes until they stick me in a closet with a tiny, way-to-far-off-the-floor table that makes me feel like a kid with my feet dangling off the front of it. There is nothing to read in there so my imagination has to fend for itself. Happy thoughts do not come lightly in such an enviorment. I normally try to distract myself by critiqueing the decor, or lack of it. I wonder where they get those big-arse popsicle sticks? At this point I'm usually interrupted by what appears to be a 16 year old kid on crack in a lab coat who inspects my orifices, writes me a prescription (using some type of alien language), hands me a bill and a complimentary sample of weiner enlarging pills and tells me to call him in a month. The whole experience usually costs me about 130 bucks.
And no, they didn't work.8)
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