Back when I worked in hospice, the first time I heard the term “swing bed” I couldn’t imagine what that meant.
Swing that Bed!
Category: Doctoring
What Could Be Worse?!?!
I have known a woman who liked rutabagas. She’s dead now, but I don’t think it was the rutabagas that killed her.
For Profit
Yes, this is an “ability” of Tut’s that has been mentioned before. I wish I could do that with my eyes.
I Smell, Therefor I am
Apparently, the turtles who can smell, their olfactory senses are on their chin. Or, some of them are that way. Who knows?
Numbers in the Night
Inspired by my real-life clock. I wasn’t scared, but it took a moment for my recently-awakened brain to figure out what it meant.
And the Band Played On and On
Every time I think all the band names have been taken, I hear of a new band with a wonderful, memorable, stupid name.
Baked Sweet Potato
I do like a baked sweet potato now and then, especially in winter. I put butter and brown sugar and pecan on mine. Sometimes, you can still see the tater.
Yes, That’s How He Spells It
Obviously, I had to look up how to spell the guy’s name. And no, I can’t spell it from memory.
Garden Variety Genomes
The problem with this cartoon is that it threw people’s ability to distinguish between “gnome” and “genome”.
Psychological Feng Shui
For anyone who asks, no, this isn’t going to be Penn’s office look going forward. This is a one-time joke … unless you count the other time I used Lucy’s booth.