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I don’t know if enough people remember Fonzi for this joke to work.
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.
