June 12, 2006
I think my friend catfish may getting sliced and diced today. Or maybe that's gonna happen NEXT Mondy. He wasn't very precise in his post about it. Either way, I'm gonna call tonight and ask Nancy to give me the scoop.
From what I understand, hernia operations were a lot worse once upon a time than they are now. You can get cut, spend a couple of hours all groggy in the recovery room, piss in a bottle for a nurse and then go home the same day. I'm sure that Nancy will take care of him, but if he needs a ride, I'll come get him if he calls me.
I don't have many good friends anymore. Cat's too mean to die, so I ain't worried about THAT happening. But that knife stuff in a hospital ain't NEVER any fun. Bejus knows I speak from personal experience on that subject.
Good luck, buddy. If you need any help from me, just ask and you've got it.
But if you DIE... well, I'm gonna make a move on your old lady. I've ALWAYS liked her, and if you ain't around anymore, well... someone needs to console her in her grief and I can't think of a better person than ME to do it. What are friends for?
THAT'LL make you think twice about dyin,' won't it?
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