Cornered by Mike Baldwin for April 24, 2024

Terminal “atrocity”.

Don’t admit to everything.

And, okay, maybe I like to go through that abandoned minefield…next to the target range…petting a poisonous snake…while playing Russian Roulette…

What’s wrong with that?

Say three Hail Marys….

I’ve got a doctor’s appointment next week……I’ll be saying the same thing. Fortunately, not for a wheel chair…..I get around on two feet just fine.

That’s right, admit everything.

he does sprints to the fridge…

Okay! … I’ll dial back on the cigars, but that’s it!

… and maybe I’ll eat a little less, too! … but that’s it!

… alright, I’ll cut back the drinkin’ too… but that’s it!

Can’t I just get an aspirin or sump’n!?

And a second opinion is you’re no sleeping beauty.

Baldwin’s offering is the last one in my daily breakfast diet of humor. Always a “ like” to send me into the day.!

Ya think?

The nurse looks she does the same thing.

Hospital Emissions is on the next floor. Take this cup.

I like fries and my fryer oil is steak fat.

yes…we can see that…

Why is the nurse telling me all that?

And when they do your bloodwork, she admits they make a lot of Type-Os.

And we all pay higher insurance premiums because of your undisciplined gluttonous lifestyle.

But he has learned to be more patient.

what I meant to say was, I might have done them but I didn’t mean to… Its a witch hunt hospital anyway…

I admit, I don’t wanna be here.

Where do I get a number for th’ DEQ exhaust-check drive through?

Didn’t you read the sign? It’s the hospital that admits to things. (Or is that two things?)

“Sir, please. Just give me your date of birth.”