Monday, May 14, 2012
RETURN OF THE BALEFUL EYE
Sauron can go bite my aching ass. My eye is a lot nastier than his.
By George - I think I’m about due for another obnoxious bout of acute iritis in the old Oculus Sinister. And there is nothing cute about it.
I’m not sure what I detest most: the diminished vision, the redness, the painful photosensitivity, the excessive tearing, the intermittent ice pick-like pain, or the month-long treatment with steroids and pupil dilation. But given the choice of whether to shit or go blind, I’d prefer the shit any day.
I go to see the Eye-Croaker now. Wish me luck.
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And a belated Happy Birthday to the Elder Daughter.
Tis well known, amongst the literati,
When you spank the monkey, 'twill spiterati.
The wad o' spunk juice, in arching parabola,
oft lands, unerringly, smack on the eyebolla
Another eye malady! Fie! The mind boggles!
Next time you wax Flipper, don your swim goggles!
Cappy, that was both revolting and brilliant. Kudos!
Hope that gets sorted out real quick :o
I hope your visit to the doctors has been as successful as mine were. I'm not at all surprised to see you finding something to laugh about even in difficult things.
Ouch. Refua shlema!
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