Saturday, March 13, 2010
Remember the Halls of Medicine?
Those were my last words before the Predator killed me. I was like, "Hey Predator, you could have just knocked--that door's gonna be pretty hard to fix... check out the cold, this kleenex is all damp but I'm still usin' it. My wife went to get some food, and I told her to just get me whatever's cheap because I can't taste it anyway. Hey, remember those commercials for the Halls of Medicine?" That was when he decided to put me out of muy misery. I meant to say "my misery," but "muy misery" is better Spanish. I'm well on my way to seducing Penelope Cruz.
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