I'm Having A M.O.U.S.E Done
My Dad has been trouble swallowing lately and his doctor explained to him that sometimes as people age their esophagus tightens. She sent him to a surgeon for a consult. We got there and a procedure was scheduled. As Dad was checking out of the doctor's office- (To the receptionist) Thanks. They were nice back there. Receptionist: They're good people. Dad ( to the other receptionist): You look like you're about to cry. Recept.: I'm serious. I'm trying to concentrate. Dad: I had that once but I took some Ex-lax. Me: Oh. My. Gosh. You're an idiot. Later: Dad: I really think it's my abullah koali hanging down in the back of my throat that's in the way. Me: Help me Jesus. Dad: What's this procedure I'm having? E.G.D? G.E.D? M.O.U.S.E ? Me: Yes Dad, it's called a mouse.