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Patient presented with signs of Autotrombic McTrickulation all about the anterior snout. Prognosis was grim, his car needed a new starter. A new starter was, luckily, available from the donor list, and we even had time to stop for donuts on the way back. It's the sort of day that you go to med school for -- fresh and full of fish, parsley, and goliath. Really, though, I wasn't happy. Drat that troublesome incident from my past. You know the one -- years ago, I saw a music video via one "snoop dawg." It featured a Bently Automobile at an unnatural angle. It instructed me to drop it like it's hot. Since then, I've been unable to face microwave pizza. I'd seek help, but I fear I could lose my medical license if word got out. Then I couldn't serve medicine at my bar. I'd have to move to Oregon. Rent a house shaped like a Pentagon. Play dungeons & dragons. Achieve coitus with vacant supermodels. Wait, where was I again?
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