Tales from the Emergency Department; in which a man who wallows in nostalgia, and secretly wishes he were a Victorian KnifeMan rants about his work and what passes for a life.
He's heard it might be therapeutic...
Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Any resemblence to parties alive or dead is purely coincidental
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Even a lab munkeh like me can figure that one out ;-)
I dislocated my shoulder the other week. Funker helped me reduce it.
Do you have, like, something to knock me right the #*@& out so I don't feel nothin'????
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