Goldenrod
I live for the CABE
Whizzer Ray’s Less-Than-Excellent Adventure
By Goldenrod
Hospital patients will remember their mandatory corridor walk, while tendered to a medicine drip tower. Mary and I were ready for the worm-race track just outside of my room when I was hit with the urge to drain the dragon so the pee box was immediately fetched. There was a quick knock at the door and a woman wearing a volunteer shirt pushed the picture of a puppy (that was all nose) up to my nose and asked, “Do you need the service of a comfort dog?” Fortunately, she didn’t notice that Captain and the boys were doing their best to pump out a decent, prostrate-restricted stream.
The hospital staff was most interested in the awaking of my rear delivery orifice and during one attempted geyser stream (for the cup) it delivered the first plop-of-evidence that all things below were advancing quickly. Mary wiped it up before I could snap a trophy picture with my phone. My lady is a born, Grimme Reaper. My son suggested that I should walk Hazel, (our pooch) and she could model where that stuff is supposed to drop. Every family has a straw that stirs the drink. We have two. (No pictures).
By Goldenrod
Hospital patients will remember their mandatory corridor walk, while tendered to a medicine drip tower. Mary and I were ready for the worm-race track just outside of my room when I was hit with the urge to drain the dragon so the pee box was immediately fetched. There was a quick knock at the door and a woman wearing a volunteer shirt pushed the picture of a puppy (that was all nose) up to my nose and asked, “Do you need the service of a comfort dog?” Fortunately, she didn’t notice that Captain and the boys were doing their best to pump out a decent, prostrate-restricted stream.
The hospital staff was most interested in the awaking of my rear delivery orifice and during one attempted geyser stream (for the cup) it delivered the first plop-of-evidence that all things below were advancing quickly. Mary wiped it up before I could snap a trophy picture with my phone. My lady is a born, Grimme Reaper. My son suggested that I should walk Hazel, (our pooch) and she could model where that stuff is supposed to drop. Every family has a straw that stirs the drink. We have two. (No pictures).
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