Second only to my Dad's "worm" joke.

Which he was forbidden from telling ever again.

I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.

She just looked at me strangely.

I said, "Ya know. Phlebotomy. Phlebotomist."

Then she laughed, sort of.

Made with a little red bead at the bottom of each blade. She was grossed out. By a simulated drop of blood.





I don't think that they like whimsy distracting them.

Wants to party, but another wants a lobotomy.

❤️🌞