Evil Nights (Pt. 12)
I need help hoisting my surgical leg out of bed. I need a walker for support. I need bat-vision to move through the dark on my way to Porcelain Swirly Town. I may even need another painkiller (is it time yet?)
The Lint Screen, Satire/Humor/Etc.
"Where fake news gets real."
I need help hoisting my surgical leg out of bed. I need a walker for support. I need bat-vision to move through the dark on my way to Porcelain Swirly Town. I may even need another painkiller (is it time yet?)
Then Bonnie does a dirty trick. She adds more exercises to my regimen. Curses! She is a physical therapist/dominatrix!
With a clever design and advanced engineering that borders on magic, the incredible Sock Putter-Onner (my name) is perhaps the greatest invention of all time (makes sliced bread look like crap– try getting a sock on with a slice of bread, it can’t be done!).
I am now stealth on wooden floors with my walker– like a Navy Seal in my ability to advance quietly. But when I see the tennis balls, I have ironic flashbacks to my orginal diagnosis of my arthritis… (WAVY LINES, WAVY LINES, SFX: HARP MUSIC)…
The road to recovery is littered with many things, spent hypodermics for example.
‘Avoid the Bollinger effect’– what’s that?”
“I dunno. Probably some new corporate initiative.”
“Yeah, sounds about right.”
“Who’s Bollinger?”
“Got me. Any idea what the ‘effect’ is?”