It's day one of our two-day block of crime scene training. Unfortunately for me, I am already certified (and certifiable), so these fourteen hours are mostly redundant. Shoot me now!
There are only six days until our promotion ceremony, and I'm getting antsy. At least my weekend is now shot to hell. I was informed that my physical is scheduled for Saturday at 11am. Looks like Fatty McButterpants will be spending the day with the city docs. Keen.
Fatty McButterpants in Philly?? That is impossible! I am in Indiana and flying home to Washington on friday not to philly on saturday!
ReplyDeleteAnd First with flair!!!
Heh, I hope the doctor has thin fingers Wyatt.
ReplyDeleteSssteve - Oh, my mistake. I meant to say "Captain Neckfat."
ReplyDeleteDoc - I'll think warm thoughts!
Will there be pictures?
ReplyDeleteI hope you get a dr of the feminine sex! What fun!
think video
ReplyDelete.........mooooooooooon
ReplyDeleteriiiiiiiiiiiver!
Lin - Dear God, no!
ReplyDeleteSK - Think vomit.
Peak - Shut it!
I can hear the glove snapping now.
ReplyDeletethat don't sound like fun.
ReplyDeleteWell, you did say you wanted some attention!
ReplyDeleteJust thought of a great song for you to hum Sat--"bend over, let me see you shake your tailfeathers"! I hope it sticks in your brain!
ReplyDeleteBothersome, hun!
RT - STOP IT!!!
ReplyDeleteBob - No, it doesn't.
Lin - That's right, keep tap dancing on the land mine!
I hope you get someone who's never taken blood before and if you don't get a woman, I hope you get a dr with large, cold hands! hehehe
ReplyDeleteLin - You mean, "man hands?"
ReplyDeleteThe sausage-finger type!
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