...plucked some begonias from the hospital's entrance. "You shouldn't do that," growled the groundskeeper. I apologized then vaporized him. This caused the rest of the staff to run screaming out of the building, save for some young, impressionable candy-striper who had some kind of odd Dalek fetish. She suggested we retreat to the janitor's closet to "play Doctor".
"The Doc-TOUR is the ENEMY of the DAL-EKS" I reminded her.
"I love it when you talk like that, you big metal brute", she cooed.
2.5 rapturous minutes later, we were soaking in the afterglow, when she offered a post-coitus smoke. I declined. Instead, we found a big sheet of bubble wrap and a box of expired lightbulbs, which we went about popping and smashing.
THAT's when the custodian (who'd been sitting next to us this whole time, on his lunch break) told us we were in a veteran's hospital, and many were suffering relapses due to our antics.
That's when I remembered Uncle Burt!!
Has anyone seen him lately?
2007-06-20
01:15:00
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