Thanks for nothing.

Went to the hand guy the tenth of June. He looked at my hand for less than five minutes and told me I needed an expensive test.

My regular doctor tried to direct me to a place where I could get some help, but they were not only less than helpful, they were downright useless. I know there will be out-of-pocket costs, but nobody is willing to tell me what they will be.

“I’m sorry, we can’t know how much it will cost until we do the test!”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know how much I will pay you until I receive a bill” Suppose that would fly? Me neither.

I am coming to the conclusion that physical pain is preferential to contact with the medical community.

Your tax dollars at work

While individuals working for privately owned non union companies suffer, union workers benefiting from gummint bailout smoke dope and booze it up on their lunch hour.

Nice.

Is that a young Marko Kloos?

Nah. He’d never do anything that lame. I remember the song when it came out, and the “euro version” of the video may be the suckiest and unintentionally funniest video of all time. I mean, it has it all: Bad scenery. Bad costumes. Samurai swords! Surplus russian night vision gear. Long distance robotic relationships. Remote control masturbation. Calabash pipes. Touchscreen computing! The US version was much more lame but not as unintentionally humorous. but hey, Mopeds!!

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