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Celebrity Doctor
Friday, August 11, 2006

I'm going to the doctor today to have him check out my gimpy ankle. I hate being crippled. I didn't do my work out today or yesterday, so I feel like a slug. I want the doctor to tell me if I should just stop until my ankle feels better or to suck it up and work through it. I also want him to give me some great big painkillers, but I don't think that's going to happen, although who knows? He just might. My doctor is insane. He once gave me a whacking big jar of hydrocodone for a canker sore on my tonsil. He's also a celebrity. You might have seen him in the movie Super Size Me. He's the swarthy general practitioner with the South African accent the movie maker went to at the beginning of the film for a check up. I don't go to the doctor of the celebrities, I go to the celebrity who's a doctor. My life is so ass-backward.

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