You know, humanity has always had a problem with doctors. Fuck laywers: they can sentence you to life, but doctors can Literally sentence you to LIFE. As in, NO life.
So it's kind of like your mechanic. You never like going to see your mechanic. His name might be "Mikey" but his message is almost always never good.
You don't want to hear it and he acts like he doesn't want to deliver it, but in reality it's exactly what you expected, you now have no choice and he knows it, and he's dancing up and down.
Just what IS it called, that dance up and down when they know you're fucked and you know you're ROYALLY fucked?
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