No Pain. No Gain.

September 21, 2007

“Oh dear, do you think that was important?”,

queried Virgil, brandishing a plug and a pair of forceps.

“Never mind that”, said Edna as the lights

dimmed and the patient in bed 3 turned mauve,

“I wonder what’s under this cast?”



9 Responses to “No Pain. No Gain.”

  1. kyknoord Says:

    A typical day in Groote Schuur.

  2. The Tart Says:

    Hmmm. Welcome back to U 2!

    The Tart
    ; *

  3. infini Says:

    A pall?

  4. Parenthesis Says:

    Mauve, eh? In my neck of the woods we call it plain old purple. Of course, that’s not saying much. I mean in Arkansas they call their uncles “dad”, so perhaps a little bit of pretension is a good thing. I’m rather partial to yeller
    myself …

  5. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    kyknoord: so that’s where you’ve been hiding.

    Tart: U2 have made another comeback? Darn. (Thanks, Tart – it’s good to see you too.)

    infini: I try, dear. I try.

    Old Yeller: another compelling argument for staying out of the suburbs.

  6. Parenthesis Says:

    True, Mrs B, true. Lots of old geysers about in Pinelands, never know when a a granny might attack =)

  7. kyknoord Says:

    parenthesis: So true. Not having hot water can make anyone grumpy.

  8. Mrs. Benitez Says:

    Parenthesis: we refer to it as Shady Pine(land)s around these parts. But only when we’re being mean.

    kyknoord: so that’s where you’ve been hiding!

  9. Parenthesis Says:

    Kyk hiding in Pinelands. Hmmm. There are a lot of squirrels about …. makes sense. Anyone spotted a Ten Miles lately?

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