It WAS a different time, Steven. You were eight years old.
Oh no, I fear we’re about to be hijacked into a plot where Steven regains his love of the (remember to include “the”) animals. Maybe he’ll stroll through the woods and find a bear cub with one of its legs caught in a trap. Or maybe he’ll enter Burger Barn for a bite, and he’ll encounter a vomiting Trixie with her distraught pet parent. Meanwhile, Ed will have no time for Estelle because it will be chaos at Animal Hospital. Then Estelle will eat a gallon pail of ice cream while talking at her furry kids. “Woof!” “Meow!”
Steven, maybe you should meet with that nice older lady who Stell is friends with. I hear she makes great muffins, and she certainly would be much more interested in listening to your tiresome angst than I am.
If the animals could talk to us, they’d have no filter:
Doc, please don’t do that! Anything but that! Don’t put the **** in my ****! Arrrrrrghf!
Folks in the waiting room, you’re being duped! They’ll make you wait for hours, then they’ll send you to the all night vet in Springfield!
Doc, the people with the poodle never pay their bills. First they’ll ask you to bill them, and then they’ll ignore the bills, and finally you’ll have to turn it over to the Hound Collection Agency. Good luck with that!
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
Don’t change, Steven. We’re going directly to Piano Bar from here, and you look great in those pastel separates.
ReplyDeleteIt WAS a different time, Steven. You were eight years old.
ReplyDeleteOh no, I fear we’re about to be hijacked into a plot where Steven regains his love of the (remember to include “the”) animals. Maybe he’ll stroll through the woods and find a bear cub with one of its legs caught in a trap. Or maybe he’ll enter Burger Barn for a bite, and he’ll encounter a vomiting Trixie with her distraught pet parent. Meanwhile, Ed will have no time for Estelle because it will be chaos at Animal Hospital. Then Estelle will eat a gallon pail of ice cream while talking at her furry kids. “Woof!” “Meow!”
Steven, maybe you should meet with that nice older lady who Stell is friends with. I hear she makes great muffins, and she certainly would be much more interested in listening to your tiresome angst than I am.
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ReplyDeleteAfter listening to this incessant whining all week, Dr. Ed is ready to put Steven down.
"I have sworn to alleviate suffering, Steven. This is for your own good."
-- Scottie
If the animals could talk to us, they’d have no filter:
ReplyDeleteDoc, please don’t do that! Anything but that! Don’t put the **** in my ****! Arrrrrrghf!
Folks in the waiting room, you’re being duped! They’ll make you wait for hours, then they’ll send you to the all night vet in Springfield!
Doc, the people with the poodle never pay their bills. First they’ll ask you to bill them, and then they’ll ignore the bills, and finally you’ll have to turn it over to the Hound Collection Agency. Good luck with that!
Keep that weird orange-eyed vet away from me!
... through a glass darkly ... goes Steven's head.
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Stevie is showing his dark side. Plus, he has a Wil-bore nose!
ReplyDeleteLibby needs to get in here....these vets need head bumps!
ReplyDeleteI really want to know what vet school Steven went to. How did he not know that working at a clinic would involve "work?"
ReplyDeleteHe really needs to hook up with Dawn. They're both whiny and have a serious aversion to work.
@Garnet, Vet life is brutal.
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