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Go Ahead with Your Question |
Is the caller there?
Go ahead with your question.
Hello, doctor.
I've been worrying a lot about hair,
and I've been wondering,
is there something wrong with my car?
Knock it off.
Start blaming yourself.
Stop sharing with every
Tom, Dick, and Harry in town.
How long have you been shacking up?
Is the caller there?
Go ahead with your question.
Hello, doctor.
Bad things happen
on Wednesday afternoons,
and I'm afraid to rob the liquor store.
Knock it off.
This is a moral issue.
I don't care what your mother says.
You are your own accounts payable clerk.
You are your own medication.
Medication?
I am my kid's future grandchild.
Knock it off! Listen to me!
You need to shave your armpits at least once a week.
You may very well be your former mother-in-law's
target of opportunity.
Wake up the coffee and smell the time on your hands.
Is the caller there?
Yes, doctor.
Then go ahead with your question.
Because of a horrible farming accident,
I am my future great-grandson's
re-assigned great grandmother,
and I don't know what to do about Father's Day.
You are your body's resident.
Are you listening?
I want you to say these exact words:
I will no longer talk to myself.
I will no longer talk to myself.
I will play the radio.
Is the caller there?
Go ahead with your question.
Hello, doctor.
It's me, isn't it?
I'm listening to someone who looks like you,
and I don't know how they got into my house.
I've asked them to hand over the microphone.
Just a second, please.
Put your hands where I can see them.
Nice and slow.
Unplug the radio.
Take off your voice
and put it on that table by the bed.
Let me see your left ear.
Open wide.
There.
That didn't hurt a bit, did it?
Now, go take on the television.
copyright 2004
Jim
D Babwe |
