It's a scam, scam world!
One lazy afternoon at work –
Buddy at work (B1), looking at my notepad: “Boy, whose writing is this? Should’ve been a doc bro!”
Me: “Far out bro! Maybe a terrorist. Get an Arabic translator, you’ll be fine.”
B2: “Seriously though, how do pharmacists decipher docs’ writing?”
Me: “They don’t, really! They just make up stuff and give you pills.”
B1: “That’s homeopathy dude. All ailments, same cure!”
Me: “Allopathy is no different dude. They’re just more creative with the shape, size, and color of their pills. That’s all.”
B2: “LOL!! Yeah right! Like it’s a conspiracy theory!”
Me: “True, very true! They’re pulling cashmere over all our eyes bro!”
B1: “What about the surgeons? Is that a con job too?”
Me: “Why do you think they hide behind those masks? Those soft-spoken, well-dressed, Merc-driving tricksters…Hipprocates’ henchmen –every one of ‘em!”
B1: ”Are you sure you’re not arguing just for the sake of it?”
Me: “Not too sure, but possibly, yeah…perhaps!?!”
That’s just to give you folks an idea of what we do when we’re not out there making the roads safer. Speaking of safer roads, boy was I THIS close to getting into trouble earlier tonight! I had one too many of ‘em fancy cognacs at B1’s place. On the borderline of an overnight detention, but just about right to make me happy…and deaf, apparently! Yeah, I was listening to Maiden’s “Afraid to shoot strangers” at a decibel level normally outside the range of human tolerance. My alert systems were turned off, but fortunately for me, my right foot was not keeping up with the decibel level. A cop whizzed by, clueless li'l bugger! Thank you Goddess Akhilandeswari! I can’t afford any more traffic tickets!!
Not to digress from finishing my earlier post, but boy it’s been hectic around here. Whatever time I get (that might as well be unaccounted for), I orkut! That’s worse than smoking weed! It’s so addictive that sometimes I put out half a joint just to orkut ;-) Just kidding!
(The above blog is not at all meant to belittle the (very noble) medical profession. For the record, I’m a big fan of all docs, and I know better than to insult someone with a scalpel in his hand…especially when I’m drugged …and in a flimsy, backless hospital gown! Reminds me of Jack Nicholson in "Something's gotta give" :-D)
Buddy at work (B1), looking at my notepad: “Boy, whose writing is this? Should’ve been a doc bro!”
Me: “Far out bro! Maybe a terrorist. Get an Arabic translator, you’ll be fine.”
B2: “Seriously though, how do pharmacists decipher docs’ writing?”
Me: “They don’t, really! They just make up stuff and give you pills.”
B1: “That’s homeopathy dude. All ailments, same cure!”
Me: “Allopathy is no different dude. They’re just more creative with the shape, size, and color of their pills. That’s all.”
B2: “LOL!! Yeah right! Like it’s a conspiracy theory!”
Me: “True, very true! They’re pulling cashmere over all our eyes bro!”
B1: “What about the surgeons? Is that a con job too?”
Me: “Why do you think they hide behind those masks? Those soft-spoken, well-dressed, Merc-driving tricksters…Hipprocates’ henchmen –every one of ‘em!”
B1: ”Are you sure you’re not arguing just for the sake of it?”
Me: “Not too sure, but possibly, yeah…perhaps!?!”
That’s just to give you folks an idea of what we do when we’re not out there making the roads safer. Speaking of safer roads, boy was I THIS close to getting into trouble earlier tonight! I had one too many of ‘em fancy cognacs at B1’s place. On the borderline of an overnight detention, but just about right to make me happy…and deaf, apparently! Yeah, I was listening to Maiden’s “Afraid to shoot strangers” at a decibel level normally outside the range of human tolerance. My alert systems were turned off, but fortunately for me, my right foot was not keeping up with the decibel level. A cop whizzed by, clueless li'l bugger! Thank you Goddess Akhilandeswari! I can’t afford any more traffic tickets!!
Not to digress from finishing my earlier post, but boy it’s been hectic around here. Whatever time I get (that might as well be unaccounted for), I orkut! That’s worse than smoking weed! It’s so addictive that sometimes I put out half a joint just to orkut ;-) Just kidding!
(The above blog is not at all meant to belittle the (very noble) medical profession. For the record, I’m a big fan of all docs, and I know better than to insult someone with a scalpel in his hand…especially when I’m drugged …and in a flimsy, backless hospital gown! Reminds me of Jack Nicholson in "Something's gotta give" :-D)
2 Comments:
When u say ur a big fan of docs...it makes me a lil too worried...ayyo devree kaapadappa(lord have mercy!!!)..... TV and life are 2 different things..no experiments please
As you wish-no experiments!
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