When I found out I had rectal cancer I decided I wanted to get one of those cancer support wrist bands. You know, they have the Lance Armstrong yellow ones for testicular cancer, and they have pink ones for breast cancer.
I don't think I want the rectal cancer writst band - it's brown, with little corn kernals in in it.
I can't make this stuff up.
So anyway,the doctor tells me I have a one in eight chance of ending up with a permanent colostomy.
That's right, not only will I be a useless asshole, I'll have a useless asshole.
seriously.
I was sitting out in the sun today. Don't worry I had on sunblock. I don't want to take any chances.
After all, I already have cancer where the sun don't shine.
Thank you,
You're great!
I'll be here all week, then I metastasize over to the Chuckle Room at the Exit 34 Holiday Inn Express.
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Once again you have proven that you are indeed the Anson Williams of AM Radio.
I have no idea what that means really. I just remember calling you that once for whatever reason (low blood sugar? drunk? the truth is lost to antiquity) and you gave me a weird look. No doubt like the one you're giving me now.
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