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For the title up there (above) on the web page, I wanted to use the punch-line, but that ruins the joke below.
I was pouring myself some cough syrup one day and realized that, in the little dosage cup, it looked a lot like our communion juice on Sundays.
I have a neurologist who is a very good doctor, if you don’t mind waiting. A lot.
I have actually never seen any of those “Real Housewives” shows. Not even a minute. I still feel qualified to make fun of them.
I think I did this comic, or one similar, when it was 60 years. I’m sure she gets tired of these jokes in person.
I thought about titling this “Doctors Who Don’t Listen”. I have noticed that some doctors don’t listen, but neither do some patients.
Based on a friend of mine who actually did forget to send his twin sister a card in time.
Years ago, I did several strips about Phydeaux being afraid of the mustard identifier. Seemed like time to bring that phobia back as I see so many people afraid of so many silly things.
I thought about writing something in the title about “Music for Trannies” but knew someone would get bent out of shape about that.
This has been one of the most popular strips I’ve done. Even doctors like it–though they all see someone else as having the problem.
