We couldn't bear the bakingly hot saturday afternoon so Johnny Bravo and I decided to swim at the ULTRA.
He asked me to observe him underwater as he tried to do an impression of Superman, you know, with one arm outstreched upwards and slightly flipping his feet.
"You look like a dead goldfish". It cracked him up.
I wonder what his reaction would be like If I told him he resembled a constipated dugong more than a gold fish.
Anyway, inside his car, he showed me a grisly video of what appears like a body being, well, opened up.
"What the hell is that?" I almost screamed at him.
"Relax. That's my work." He calmly told me.
"I thought you were a nurse," I asked him, incredulously.
"I am," he assured me.
"So you cut bodies inside mortuaries?" I thought I figured him out.
"Naaawh. I work for a crime lab." He said this with pride, obviously, not many can claim to take a first-hand look at the latest accident and massacre victims up close.
"You mean like CSI?"
"That's right".
"Cool."
He asked me to observe him underwater as he tried to do an impression of Superman, you know, with one arm outstreched upwards and slightly flipping his feet.
"You look like a dead goldfish". It cracked him up.
I wonder what his reaction would be like If I told him he resembled a constipated dugong more than a gold fish.
Anyway, inside his car, he showed me a grisly video of what appears like a body being, well, opened up.
"What the hell is that?" I almost screamed at him.
"Relax. That's my work." He calmly told me.
"I thought you were a nurse," I asked him, incredulously.
"I am," he assured me.
"So you cut bodies inside mortuaries?" I thought I figured him out.
"Naaawh. I work for a crime lab." He said this with pride, obviously, not many can claim to take a first-hand look at the latest accident and massacre victims up close.
"You mean like CSI?"
"That's right".
"Cool."
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