- ← Previous Story
Story No. 30960
- Group:
- Next Story →
So patient a doctor to doctor a patient so!
Ah! My suspicions were thus confirmed! For so long had my fear of wooden tongue depressors plagued me, I could nary eat an icy-pole for the dread of the stick! How my fevered mind raced as I lay paralysed in the hospital bed as the doctor crawled ever clo
(cough,cough)....even closer to the lady
, but then I heard another noise: a tall, dark and handsome stranger suddenly entered the cliche on that dark and stormy night, and all mimsy were the borogroves
that I have no idea what I am talking about. I don't know whether it's the vodka or the cocaine talking, but I could sure use a
good massage, complete with oil, scented candles and nice bottle of wine. And then i woke up.
