Alright, so I’m going to be gone for a 3 day weekend with little to no internet access, and I need someone to help me run this blog.
Not just for the weekend, but permanently. My grades are in the toilet, and that’s why I haven’t posted the past few days, but I’m hoping that with someone’s help this blog can run nice and smooth. If you’re interested, leave a message in this ask box or the one on my personal. If you go to my personal, you’re much more likely to get a faster response. Thanks!
Dr Cox: Nice pants.
Lady: Thanks, they were 40% off!
Dr Cox: I’d say come back to my place and we could get them 100% off, but …
*lady walks off*
Now, you went to four years of college and four years of medical school, so I can safely presume than you are at least eight.
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| — | Dr. Kelso, Scrubs |
.And bam! The shine’s off the apple. And that’s when you find out that that pretty little girl you married isn’t a pretty little girl at all. No, she’s a man-eater. And I’m not talking about the “whoa-whoa, here she comes” kind of man-eater. I’m talking about the kind that uses your dignity as a dishtowel to wipe up any shreds of manhood that might be stuck inside the sink. Of course, I may have tormented her from time to time; but, honest to God, that’s what I thought marriage was all about. So much so that, by the end of that relationship, I honestly don’t know who I hated more - her or me? I used to sit around and wonder… why our friends weren’t trying to destroy each other, like we were. And here, it turns out, the answer’s pretty simple: They weren’t unhappy. We were.
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| — | Dr. Cox, Scrubs |
