the sound of your demise: munch munch munch.
Note to self: When I'm awake enough to fully enjoy and appreciate both cookies and music, thank Doc Murphy profusely. And then maybe serenade her into being my permanent cookie dealer. Lord, that sounds so positively wrong. Black market munchies... cookie cartel... munchie mafia?
Munchie Mafia. Yummy Yakuza. Godfather of Granola?
Say hello to my little friend the cookie cutter...?
Hee hee hee. Now I know I need more sleep.
2nd Note to self: practice bedpan throwing. Getting rusty. Dang annoying new nurse. Rita something-something. I think I'll get out the metal ones if she asks me how I'm feeling one more time. I know business is slow around here, but yeesh... the little hanging thing on the doorknob specifically says DND for a reason, missy. Unless you hear me flatline, let a poor little patient sleep. Hrmph.
...we have ways of making you talk... like dunking you in milk... no, not the milk! Anything but the MILK!
Heeeee... okay. Bed. Swear!
...hee hee hee...
Munchie Mafia. Yummy Yakuza. Godfather of Granola?
Say hello to my little friend the cookie cutter...?
Hee hee hee. Now I know I need more sleep.
2nd Note to self: practice bedpan throwing. Getting rusty. Dang annoying new nurse. Rita something-something. I think I'll get out the metal ones if she asks me how I'm feeling one more time. I know business is slow around here, but yeesh... the little hanging thing on the doorknob specifically says DND for a reason, missy. Unless you hear me flatline, let a poor little patient sleep. Hrmph.
...we have ways of making you talk... like dunking you in milk... no, not the milk! Anything but the MILK!
Heeeee... okay. Bed. Swear!
...hee hee hee...