“Doctor, doctor, you've gotta help me!”
“Hey, you can't come barging in here! Who are you? What are you talking about?”
“It's these Tonka football people, doc! I've tried everything except low humor, and they just won't stop!”
“What on Earth is a Tonka football? Get out, you lunatic!”
“Please, you gotta help me! It's those guys in Minnetonka, Minnesota! They've got my e.mail mixed up with the parent of some kid who plays football, and I keep getting e.mails asking me to send rice krispies treats and powerade to the practices, or to make sure the uniforms are washed for photograph day. At first it was just a crazy mix-up, even good for my poetry, but now it's driving me bananas!”
“You want me to get the e.mails to stop?”
“No, I already got a guy taking care of that, although not the way I could have wished.”
“So what do you want?”
“I want you to give me some Viagra.”
“VIAGRA?!? What does that have to do with a mistaken e.mail?”
“Every time I try to make love, I get distracted thinking about these Tonka football e.mails, and I have an equipment failure! It's not lack of desire, believe you me! It's just that I'm too distracted! I'm climbing the walls! You gotta help me!”
“Well, I am NOT giving you a prescription for any Viagra!”
“WHAT?!? Why not? Don't you think it would help?”
“No, it's because this is a travel agency. The doctor's office is next door!”
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I hope people will click the links, they MAKE this good! It's like prizes in the Crackerjack box :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked them! It's an ongoing saga, to be sure.
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