Re: A Brief Update on Poor, Pitiful MMMM....*sniff*

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: Doc M writes & sings:
:  Luckily for you that The Doc is in, and my snookie-wookie
: : French Trader has quit scratching and has delivered a
: : large supply of Doc M's vital pharmacopeia -- what we
: : in the healing profession call "canis hairius." *hic!*
: : Oh, yeah...and he brought some medical junk too. Now
: : don't fret, MMMM...as the Mohicanland Clinic jingle
: : goes...

: : "Septic ankles don't upset us
: : When some dried-up gnomes we get us!
: : All we ask is that you let us
: : Do it our way!"

: : Now where did I put that poultice receipt?? *clunk!* OWWW!
: : &*&#$$@!!! Man, I HATE Mondays!!

: : Doc M

: Dear Doc M,

: How nice to see you...what's that ugly...I mean...painful looking LUMP on yer noggin, there?  You hit yer head on WHAT?  Geez Lew-STEENKING-weeze...doncha ever put that cauldron away when you're done with it?  *tsk*  Take it easy there.  How're you supposed to come up with the proper poultices for Stripey Purple Ankle Malady (otherwise known as SPAM) if ya keep knockin' yerself senseless like that??

: Dr. Well Bee has been busy taking care of Miss Marcia & Miss Paddletale, so I'm relying on YOU to take care of ME, Doc.  Howsever, I'm somewhat leery of using a poultice made of dried up gnomes, having made one or two friends of the gnomal persuasion, doncha know.  Could we, perchance, use a withered, warty troll, instead?  Those three down at the bridge have been making mincemeat of New Old Crone's goat herd, I understand.  Come on, Doc...what say you we go for one o' them, and leave our poor, wee GnomieMan alone for the day, at least??  

: Gotta go now...during the night, some smarta** scrawled "Hindenburg" on my foot with India Ink, and I need to scrub it up before you take a look-see at it.

: MMMMarcia


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