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Friday, February 1, 2008
BobbySocks & Portia
‘Hi BobbySocks. Why so sad?’
‘Portia, I think I finally over did it this time.’
‘Oh no, you finally did it!?’
‘I know, I know. But the temptation was too great.’
‘I warned you not to do it.’
‘Yes but what else was I suppose to do? I couldn't stop thinking about.’
‘Well what did the Doctor tell you?’
‘I didn’t tell the Doctor.’
‘Why???’
‘He is the one that did this to me.’
‘What!? Then how did you get the protection.’
‘His assistant, the Nurse. He did the same thing to her, so she knew what to give me.’
‘But didn’t she get rid of hers?’
‘Yes but then he gave her another.’
‘Shut up!’
‘Yeah, she is thinking about getting another one from him too.’
‘Wow. What does her husband think?’
‘He was going to go down and talk to him.’
‘Talk to him? That’s it?’
‘Sure I mean it wasn’t entirely the Doctor’s fault.’
‘Not his fault!? BobbySocks, Come on you are so naïve. He did it to her, twice, and now to you.’
‘Yeah I know but I did ask for it.’
‘Now I am raving mad!’
‘Don't be! I expected this to feel sore afterwards.'
‘I am going to go down there make sure he takes responsibility.’
‘No! No!’
‘My mind is made up. You look horrible and I think it is infected.'
‘ **SOB** ‘
‘I am leaving...BobbySocks now what is the exact address of Doctor Tattoo’s store?’
(The preceding is a spoof and any names to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.)
- The Mountain Cat
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