Freddogg Off The Chain

No I don't need a drink the check box for liquor is simply highlighted in my subdural preference menu.

Hypnotic and Morphine produces just the best Hullucinagenic nurses.

Cujo is depressed because of his bad reputation. "Attack one bitch and her crazy with fear lillte daughter in a broken down car and right away you're a mad dog, "he said. "Why didn't someone just fill my water bowl"?

This study was conducted by a University of Pennsylvania Professor and published in the Netherlands bacause no one stateside would certify the blantently obvious.

GRONINGEN, The Netherlands, Nov. 28 -- A first-ever depressive episode following a myocardial infarction signals a significantly greater risk for new cardiovascular events.

That's according to Peter de Jonge, Ph.D., of the University of Groningen, and colleagues, who compared outcomes for MI patients with incident depression, non-incident depression, or no depression.

Well thank you, Dr.de Jonge Bob. Now, first of all, if you are a survivor of an infarction and actually heard the word "Clear"” before a paddle attack then most certainly you will have lingering incident depression otherwise you are a moron or you drink chilled Hypnotic pulled from a Igloo playmate while driving your Tundra pickup through town in the middle of the day but enough about me and my dog Darby Doodle.

And whom is the "ClearÂ" command supposed to protect? Can you imagine being a bystander and getting knocked on your ass because you didn'’t clear?

Non-incident depression refers to those mopey people who skulk around with sloped shoulders quietly bemoaning a bad hand even after they drew four cards to go with their ace.

"“What'’s wrong Leroy? You are practically face down in your pasta but at least it'’s 11 a.m.in the Walmart food court?"

“I'’m going to die young because I had a "mayocardial" infarction last year and now I can't stop thinkng about it or talkng about it plus there is not enough power in any of these electric shopping carts to get me to the pharmacy section and back again."

"“What do you need besides a blood pressure cuff, blood sugar analyser, oxyegen tank and BMI indexing digital scale that weighs you sitting down?"”

"Could you bring me back two king sized Nestles Crunch bars?"”

"No , I can't. Roll with me to the gym. I will hoist you into the truck. Have you ever slurped chilled Hynotic at 40 miles and hour while listening to Blue Grass music?"”

And finally, there are the skippers and sliders from the land of never never depressed who, in spite of all signals they should be sullen to morose people, are just happy to be somewhat ambulatory so they can smoke and drink and get fat spending time in intensive care where they can push one button to summon the nurses with clevage and another to have their morphine drip cranked up.

I'’ve met some of these people while studying lifers in prison. Two of them shot fat wives in the head while the women were sleeping because they were tired of constant nagging and losing arguments to females with greater girth. One happy go lucky lover of life anywhere said,"That bitch won her last argument but she won'’t win another one."”

I just want to party all the time.

Dr. Freddogg