M: The doctor thinks I need to take something to calm me down.
Me: Oh, ok. (somewhat surprised) Well what does he suggest?
M: He's prescribed me Viagra.
Me: (gulp, choke, splutter, roar with uncontrollable mirth inside till tears pour down the inside of my cheeks, regain composure, straighten face.) Don't you mean Valium?
M: (absolute mortification descends) Oh yes, ah, of course. Valium. Yes. Valium.
Bless.
20 March 2007
Having A Hard Time Remembering.
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oh, and see 'major update' on the previous post... heeeeeyooow!
Viagra and farming magazines. You got one sick puppy there!
If he was prescribed Viagra, how would that change your job description?
Would you have to go pimp his ass at the nearest retirement village?
mark & revo: no i promise, it actually really was valium. he just got confused. but i had a bloody good laugh.
Hang on, viagra is prescribed so muppet won't fall out of the bed at night.
Why valium? As if life as a senior citizen isn't boring enough - case in point: Joyce.
He was ashamed of a farming magazine? Or is he just a creature of habit?
Well considering his choice of reading material it's no wonder his GP is prescribing Valium :)
insano: ROTFLMAO!
parenthesis: i think i'm the one who needs the valium now!
Yup, as Parenthesis says, those farming mags really set the pulse a-racin'. At least it wasn't a statitstics publication. You'd have to strap him down.
heaven forbid!
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