My ass clenched when I saw the toy stethoscope around his neck. Immediately, I knew that this physical was not going to end well.
A hermit and chain smoker, or perhaps a hermit because he chain smokes…
In his lab somewhere along the Danube, Dr. Frosch fails for the hundredth time to make a love potion. His applications for grant assistance have been repeatedly turned down by both Bayer and Merck.
The Last Pig Farmer
As the last rays of the sun caressed the treetops, Hank made his way up to the cow pen. Without warning, he was hit by a wall of stench – the dusty odor of burnt meat. The closer he got to the pen, the stronger the odor became. As he held his breath, he walked towards a smoldering pile of hair and ashes. ”My heifer!” he wailed.
Simultaneously, a hot ray of light beamed down onto his eyes. The tears evaporated and his body began to steam as the invaders began roasting the pig. The grey invader turned to his friend and muttered, “Don’t burn this one like the cow…”