088. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Santa brought me a case. Yippee. The old dude neglected to give me a means. I'm not waiting til next year. That wasn't what was on my list either. Better than socks. I figure that's coming out even.

I'm not the fuzz. I'll leave the policing to the police. I want to see your guts. More specifically, was there anything medically significant about the body(ies). Humor me. Tis the season. You got a scare. You get someone else to comfort you. The yucky organs are taken off of your hands.

In other news, snow sucks. So does public transit. It sure would be great to have an alternative, swift means of transportation. Who's got a motorcycle?

Comments

[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

I'll just take that as a no.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You'll take it as evading a question with another question.

What's it to you.

[bufferprincess.livejournal.com]

A box of Chocolates?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Up the ante. Big time.