Friday, March 18, 2011

Fable

Once upon a time a (adjective) (noun) expert named (name of person) felt a (adjective) pain. He sent for a (adjective) surgeon who looked at his (adjective) stomach and said, "(exclamation)!" Then he muttered (adverb), "I see your trouble. The (noun) on your (adjective) stomach is overlapping the (noun) next to your kidney." The surgeon (adverb) took him to the (adjective) operating room of the hospital. There he made a (adjective) incision reaching from the patient's (noun) to his (noun). "(Exclamation)!" said the surgeon. "That takes care of that (adjective) (noun)." With that, he began sewing up the incision. However, on the tenth stitch the patient sneezed and almost pulled the (noun) out of the (noun), but the surgeon took one final stitch and saved the (noun).

MORAL: A (noun) in time saves nine.

Heffalump said...
Once upon a time a pink polka-dotted pirate expert named Dudley felt a fur-lined pain. He sent for a nautically inspired surgeon who looked at his groovy stomach and said, "Holy Hot Cocoa!" Then he muttered emphatically, "I see your trouble. The sous chef on your ardent stomach is overlapping the baby carrot next to your kidney." The surgeon squelchingly took him to the lost in the Bermuda Triangle operating room of the hospital. There he made a spindly incision reaching from the patient's weiner dog to his IRS agent being pursued by angry taxpayers. "Serendipitous!" said the surgeon. "That takes care of that effervescent rubber raft." With that, he began sewing up the incision. However, on the tenth stitch the patient sneezed and almost pulled the water wings out of the school bus converted into a mobile home, but the surgeon took one final stitch and saved the sledgehammer.

MORAL: A Canadian mountie in time saves nine.

Klin said...
Once upon a time a torn up radiation fear expert named Muammar Gaddafi felt a soured pain. He sent for a disputed surgeon who looked at his minty flavor stomach and said, "Holy Batman!" Then he muttered blithely, "I see your trouble. The tsunami on your brand spanking new stomach is overlapping the nuclear reactor next to your kidney." The surgeon assiduously took him to the fluffy operating room of the hospital. There he made a not-quite-done incision reaching from the patient's birthday boy to his adorable puppy. "What the cabbage!" said the surgeon. "That takes care of that kiwi-eating magazine stack." With that, he began sewing up the incision. However, on the tenth stitch the patient sneezed and almost pulled the purported progress out of the dog toy, but the surgeon took one final stitch and saved the smelly shoe.

MORAL: A barking dog in time saves nine.

Millie said...
Once upon a time a screwed up goat nostril expert named Love Handle Larry felt an always tardy pain. He sent for a booger-coated surgeon who looked at his flummoxed stomach and said, "What the WHAAAAA?!" Then he muttered perspiringly, "I see your trouble. The unwanted pencil on your Snow White costume-wearing stomach is overlapping the Burgerville milkshake next to your kidney." The surgeon lip-smackingly took him to the yellow and questionable operating room of the hospital. There he made an eyeball-less incision reaching from the patient's cavity creep to his teenager in love. "Keep that guy away from my cocaine!" said the surgeon. "That takes care of that minty fresh wet trampoline that splashes when you jump." With that, he began sewing up the incision. However, on the tenth stitch the patient sneezed and almost pulled the T-shirt gun out of the frostbite, but the surgeon took one final stitch and saved the Fox News-watching and paranoid old man.

MORAL: A paramedic in time saves nine.

1 comment:

Klin said...

"reaching from the patient's weiner dog to his IRS agent being pursued by angry taxpayers" --Sounds like one BIG incision!

"The tsunami on your brand spanking new stomach is overlapping the nuclear reactor next to your kidney." --Sounds Serious

"not-quite-done incision reaching from the patient's birthday boy to his adorable puppy." --Sounds kinky

"The surgeon lip-smackingly took him to the yellow and questionable operating room of the hospital. There he made an eyeball-less incision reaching from the patient's cavity creep to his teenager in love. "Keep that guy away from my cocaine!" said the surgeon." --Sounds like someone needs a new surgeon!

LOL