Originally posted by tim60 Feet, Gynaecologists, colour blindness, start at the floor and work upwards. Soon we will be talking about barbers (or should that be 'stylists'?).
Once we reach the top, we turn around and go back down then.
My gastroenterologist has been pestering me lately. Seems it is time for another "Exploration Southwest", you know, the whole Dave Barry thing again.
Drink the stuff.
Imitate the Saturn V rocket on the launch pad.
Sleep an hour.
Go to the hospital.
Get hooked up to an IV, the nice anesthesiologist squirts something into it and tells me to count backwards from 1,000.
I wake up after what seems like a minute, but it has been an hour, and the doctor gives me photographs of the inside of a passage that only doctors want to look at.
Mrs. Racer 2.0 takes me home, and on the way we stop and have a bacon cheeseburger and a beer.
Yay.