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*said through a megaphone*
Crisis averted folks! Nothing to see here! Please, you, over there...move on.*puts megaphone down ( Read more... )
Crisis averted folks! Nothing to see here! Please, you, over there...move on.*puts megaphone down ( Read more... )
Once upon a time, there was a very special doctor. His name was Dr. Douglas P. He was a handsome man who's looks rather favored Jesus. Dr. Douglas P was a great lover of food, drink, and women. He lived his life to excess. He played a game that used a stick and balls quite often (he was not very good, boys and girls, but you know all that matters is that you play fair and always do the best you can). Now this doctor had a job that was a good enough job, but not really what he wanted to do for the rest of his days. So he thought long and hard about what else he could do. His first thought was to become a professional at this game he so enjoyed. Alas, he was simply not good enough. So he decided to try to think of a job that involved one of his great loves (do you remember, boys and girls, from the beginning of my tale what those loves were? That's right...food, drink, and women). He knew he was better than most at preparing delightful meals that were quite pleasing to the palate. But the more he considered this line of work, the more he realized that this profession takes place primarily after dark fall. He knew this would never work for him as he partakes of his other loves when the moon is high. He never could think of a way to make his living with his love of the drink. The only people he knew who drank and did nothing else were men of ill-repute. Finally he came to his love of women. Now you might remember, boys and girls, how I mentioned that Dr. Douglas P was a handsome fellow and there is a job, of sorts, that a handsome man who is also a lover of women can make a fine living at. Unfortunately, like another game that includes a stick and balls, he simply was not good enough to make his living at this. Poor Dr. Douglas P, he wandered the streets and fretted about what he could do. One day, while talking to his good and wise and pretty friend Bird, he was struck with what he should now do with his life. From that moment on, Dr. Douglas P was known as Dr. Douglas P the story critic. He lived out the rest of his days a very happy man making story writers everywhere cry at his harsh critiques of their stories. The End.
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