My brain is having a malfunction at the moment…

Sadly my GPS looney-finder is on the fritz!

I don't know if he's the gaffe that keeps on giving, or the gift that keeps on gaffeing.

We just want the drugs.

He was falling asleep with his toast and bacon...

I appreciate your good intentions. We all know what road that paves.....

John is gone.....

Hopefully my insulin will kick in...

Honorable mention to anyone who kicks the bucket between. now and 2359

Consider me Gumby.

(hopefully some folks will die over the weekend too...)

Ring up a two-fer!

Give that evil dude a raise!

Polka dots are not guy-friendly.

Make mine plaid!

Consider me Mr. Unpopularity once again.

I've been practicing my "AAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!" all week!

When we step out of the zone things get more controversial.

We still do "The Wobbly Dance"...

I'm putting catheters in everybody!

We don't make changes with the Pepsi.

Being annoyed is better than having a 'roid.

I don't know anything about a patch, dammit!

It's all the good boxes!

We share the discomfort equally among the team.

Sorry, I don't speak nurse-ese.

I tweet, therefore I am.

It was a bad oops, as oopses go...

....my wife did say that Steven Tyler is the ugliest woman she ever saw......

Sometimes I am even unaware there is a party

You can't drive that car if you stay in bed all day!!!

When he looks at her and says "what do you think", I say "Crap"!

There was much kerfuffle...

Now you got a little anoxia thing going on...

When you see his head moving toward the bricks...

My whole sciatic just went BOING!

It's a 97301 thing......

Where do I begin?
With the poop?

She came in and basically sat on his froot-loops

Are you sucking up?

Ae cannae see the wee monkeys nae mare!

...there's just something about ham...

He came and he saw the cat.

And he told me he'd seen the cat.

JOHN WILL BE IN CELL PHONE DEAD PHONE

I am literally drowning right now!

 

...and you can come and see my piles.

Yikes! My fingers are getting fatter!

Nothing like egg yolk and clove.

Oh my, it smells like Grandma's house at Christmas. That's when we found her dead on the toilet.

h/t Remi N

Hint, hint. (and hint)

Hey mister masticator! How's it going? Juicy?

how many 94 YO men have lady friends that they often take dancing?

(Image of a six foot pill bottle hailing a cab)

If Helen ain't happy, ain't nobody happy...

OK, everybody! Let's screw with hospice!

I belong to the "clean plate" club.

Blowing home now.