I was watching TV
and the topic on the Geriatrics Show
was Life Support Systems -
you know, about how people are kept
on pipes and machines and tubes and liquid
and I hollered to my wife in the kitchen:
*“Darling, if ever I become life-dependent
on liquids and machines, just get rid of ‘em
and free me…”*
“Sure thing,” my faithful wife said
and she turned off the TV
and my cell phone and my laptop
and she emptied my bottles of wine and whisky
and then she turned to me and she said:
“I just freed you.”
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC
I was watching TV
and the topic on the Geriatrics Show
was Life Support Systems -
you know, about how people are kept
on pipes and machines and tubes and liquid
and I hollered to my wife in the kitchen:
*“Darling, if ever I become life-dependent
on liquids and machines, just get rid of ‘em
and free me…”*
“Sure thing,” my faithful wife said
and she turned off the TV
and my cell phone and my laptop
and she emptied my bottles of wine and whisky
and then she turned to me and she said:
“I just freed you.”
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