Friday, October 21, 2005

Issue One: I have no life

It's Friday night. I'm in my PJs, watching "The McLaughlin Group", and browsing the new iPod on the internet. I may start a new book. Ladies, I'm available!

8 comments:

The Dubin said...

No Friday night is complete without the witty banter of Morton-y-Tiny-Toons-on-TV Kondracke and Patty-Patty Buch-Buch.

spydrz said...

WRONG!

THSE said...

you need to move. Ohia is teh ghey.

The Dubin said...

I shouldn't really comment. I spent Saturday night studying. It may not be "hip", but man, can I draw a mean diagram of the canine autonomic nervous system!

THSE said...

Mr. The Dubin, you are exempt from criticism. You were getting your study on; so it's okay. Look, I need you to get this DVM or whatevah so you can be my dog's veterinarian; can you dig it?

The Dubin said...

You must live within a reasonable distance...I don't do house calls. Also, you should be forewarned that my becoming a veterinarian does not automatically imply that I will become a GOOD veterinarian (I'm sure I will).

If nothing else, you can promise the dog I'll be very gentle during the rectal exam. That's basically what vet medicine is: "What clinical signs is this animal showing? And in what way can a rectal exam help me diagnose it? Where are my gloves?"

Kate The Great said...

Micah: Pencil D Money and me in for a visit. Maybe we can spice up your life November 5th? That's our tentative date to visit C-Bus, but I'll keep you posted...

Micah said...

thse - I'm tryin'.

dubin - You'll also be the vet for my future bulldog (and by "future bulldog" I mean one that wears a jumpsuit, consumes a single pill for each meal, and rides in a flying car).

KtG - I'm clearing my schedule as I write. Note to self: cancel appearance on "Regis."