Just back from seeing the head specialist, a cheery chap not long out of short trousers. He spent 5 minutes palpating me (not as much fun as it sounds) and pronounced me fit to pay him $150.
Afterwards at the bus-stop, I celebrated by standing downwind of a smoker and inhaling deeply. What a fortunate creature I am!
The dog was less fortunate. I took her to the vet again, and on the way we walked down the steps beside the butcher's shop, just as they were cleaning up for the day. The butcher hopped out and threw a bucket of chlorine down the steps after us, splashing her bum and freaking her out. She panicked and ran head first into a bin. That should cure her fascination with butcher shops.
I forgot to explain about the boxing photo on the previous post. The other guy is my brother. We had 2 pairs of gloves and an adjustable punchball. I used to set the ball high, to practice defending myself against bullies. My brother used to set the ball extra low, to practice beating up little guys. He became school boxing champion, and I joined the school shooting team, because you could smoke under cover of all the gunpowder smells.
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Hotboy said...
Adolf! Heil! Is this the bone man? Can you now withstand a right hook to the jaw? Have you still got the boxing gloves anyway? Hotboy
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Lee Ann said...
I am glad all went well at the doctor. That is good news. Sorry for the puppy get splashed!
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Hotboy said...
This whole post has changed since the last time I read it. Or maybe just me. Hmmm. After watching Martin Scorcese doing the inimitable Bob Dylan movie, I returned. Different person, different post. What is post-modernism then, Adolf? Does it involve interaction and change. You have to tell us, but I paid no attention to all that philosophical stuff after the definition of existentialism changed my life.
I'm going to devote my next post to you because I could also see the jaw naked and pulsating with pain. Didn't Sigmund (Anyone who offers mankind liberation from the tyranny of sex shall be hailed a hero, let him talk whatever nonsense he chooses)(or a close approximation) also have a sore jaw. Both Austrians. Sigmund and Adolf. More hmmms. Hope this helps. Hotboy
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onan the bavarian said...
HB - at least as helpful as all your other comments. And I salute your powers of observation. I'm not sure about the blog etiquette around organic posts.
Is that the new 3-hour Dylan movie? It looks like fun.
Re the right hook to the jaw. I was considering having a busines card printed, which I could hand out to would-be assailants in pubs. "The bearer of this card will die in the event of a punch to the head. To avoid a charge of manslaughter, please hit him on the body." What do you think? Obviously it would be preferable if I carried a gun, but I don't want to aggravate my tinnitus.
LA - you were asking whether HB and I have met before. I'll explain in a post.
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Hotboy said...
Adolf! Heil! I suggest the card should read "Hit me please. I want to die." Or, "I've just been dug up." They'd believe that. Hope this helps. Hotboy
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