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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 4:59 pm
Plus its kinda sad because this happens alot and I wrote it just recently
"Well doctor, give me the bad news first I suppose..."
"The bad news is that all your relationships will crumble into lies and deception before your eyes, you will feel alien and estranged even among crowds of people, you will trade all your creative aspirations for a pencil-pushing job to support your subconciously unwanted family, your hopes will dissolve in a flurry of long hours and missed opportunities, you will ******** up, your kids won't be cute, you will live check to check and beyond your means, you will constantly be looking forward to "getting ahead" even though the top of the ladder is quite full, and on your deathbed you will stare back with regret, thinking only 'Wow, I could've saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico'".
*patient sighs*
"OK...and the good news?"
"Oh did I say there was good news? Sorry, wrong chart. Well, you're free to go. Have a nice afternoon."
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 11:40 pm
"Doctor, give it to me straight. How long do I have to live?" The weepy man asks the doctor, who's back was turned.
"Not long." He replies in a grim voice.
"What?!" He says in shock, he was just a hypochondriac!
"Look at this string, it's not long at all. It's short I'd say." The doctor says as he turns to him, holding a piece of string that, was indeed, not long.
The man faints before the cliche could on any farther.
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