Ladies and Gentlemen, meet the Sicko Brothers -- "Sammy" and "Sid" -- a formidable pair who specialize in loudly discussing every conceivable ailment in a three-mile radius of 7th and Montana. Want to know about Lennie's Lumbago? Carole's Chemo? Helen's Halitosis? Just ask the Sicko Brothers. They leave no Gallstone unturned. Whenever I find myself sitting near the Sickos, I try to tune them out. However, yesterday -- somewhere between Nancy's Knee Caps and Davie's Diarrhea -- I had my fill and fled the scene as fast as my legs could carry me. Call it Restless Leg Syndrome ...
Posts
6 comments:
Oh ho ho! So many good puns!
Traci
gawk....can you imagine them at restaurants?! ew. ;-P
~Amy
LOL Don't let them know you said that... you'll be the next topic! LOL
be well,
Dawn
http://journals.aol.com/princesssaurora/CarpeDiem/
soounds like verbal diaerriah to me. Beckie x still cant spell:)
davie got the drizzling shits oh boy now to call the press!
So now you'll be the next topic of conversation with that RLS...but wait, there's always someone else's condition that is worse than yours!
xoxo ~Myra
Post a Comment