Mrs. Piddington: Well, once probably would have been enough.
Jennie Smash: There was a roach, though.
Mrs. Piddington: I read about the roach. (Muttering in the background.) What was that, sweetie? Oh, John says that he likes roaches.
Jennie Smash: John's stinky. Guess what else?
Mrs. Piddington: What?
Jennie Smash: I went to the doctor today and my bilirubin levels are great.
Mrs. Piddington: What's that?
Jennie Smash: Ask Mom.
Mrs. Piddington: Hey, Mom, Jen's bilirubin levels are great.
Ma Smash: (In the background.) Well, I'll be damned.
Mrs. Piddington: What are they?
Ma Smash:(In the background.) Liver functions. Ask her if the bartender told her that.
Mrs. Piddington: Mom wants to know if the bartender told you that.
Jennie Smash: Tell Mom she's sort of an ass. Also, tell her my groceries are going to magically appear in about two minutes, like magic.
Mrs. Piddington: Mom, you're an ass. And Jennie's getting groceries from the grocery delivery man. (Muttering in the background.) John says you're going to have an affair with the grocery delivery man.
Jennie Smash: John's going to have an affair with the grocery delivery man.
Mrs. Piddington: He is not!
Jennie Smash: No, he's not. Guess what else?
Mrs. Piddington: What?
Jennie Smash: I got a million shots today from a 12-year-old nurse.
Mrs. Piddington: My nurse was 12 the last time I went in for a checkup. What shots did you get?
Jennie Smash: Tetanus and diphtheria. And another round of hepatitis.
Mrs. Piddlington: What's diphtheria?
Ma Smash: (In the background.) She's already had diphtheria!
Jennie Smash: Well, now I've had it twice.
Mrs. Piddington: Now she's had it twice.
Jennie Smash: Guess what else?
Mrs. Piddington: What?
Jennie Smash: I got pamphlets.
Mrs. Piddington: For what?
Jennie Smash: Tetanus and diphtheria. In case complications develop, from my shots.
Mrs. Piddington: Wait, they gave you pamphlets? Don't they know better?
Jennie Smash: Well, see, I need them in case I develop, let's see ..."soreness, redness or swelling.."
Mrs. Piddington: OK, you need to throw those away.
Jennie Smash: "...deep, aching pain and muscle wasting in the upper arm(s)..."
Mrs. Piddington: Are you holding the pamphlets?
Jennie Smash: Yes.
Mrs. Piddington: Take the pamphlets, and go into your bathroom, and throw them away.
Jennie Smash: (Crickets.)
Mrs. Piddington: Are you there?
Jennie Smash: Yes.
Mrs. Piddington: Take the pamphlets, and go into your bathroom, and throw them away.
Jennie Smash: I might need them later.
Mrs. Piddington: You don't need them. You've been immunized against diphtheria twice.
Jennie Smash: There's a weird girl on this one. She's holding her hands up like, 'Hooray! Diphtheria!' I need to keep it.
Mrs. Piddington: Tear out the weird girl and throw the pamphlets--
Jennie Smash: "Ever had a serious allergic reaction or any other problem with Td, or any other tetanus and diphtheria vaccine?"
Mrs. Piddington: --away.
Jennie Smash: I can't. My scissors are drying.
This is great stuff.
ReplyDeleteYou should write for TV... seriously.
Awesome.
ReplyDeleteBut your sister's right - throw those things away. Only bad can come from them.
I agree with Mrs. Piddington, throw them out- shread them if possible.
ReplyDeleteMake Xmas tree ornaments out of them! or let me...
ReplyDeletewrapping paper!
ReplyDeletewe don't hear enough about mr. piddington :-)
ReplyDeleteOh yes, and by the way, Mr. Piddlington was disappointed that his grossest and most annoying comments didn't make it into this post. He claims he said much worse things during that conversation than you gave him credit for. Oh yeah, and he also says you're stinky, and that you must not love him because you never come to visit. And that if you come to visit, we'll buy the beer. I told him how expensive that might end up being for us, but he didn't seem to mind.
ReplyDeleteSomehow I think if you developed muscle wasting you wouldn't need a pamphlet to tell you it was a bad thing.
ReplyDeleteBut you know doctors have a lot more of those types of pamphlets, though, and you should ask for a handful of random ones the next time you visit. Put them in the bathroom so you have something to do in there.
I like to get the ones about drug problems and alcohol abuse and then leave them around my friends' homes like I'm staging an intervention.
P.S. Props for the use of "(Crickets.)".
D'oh ... here.
ReplyDeleteNo no no, Jayman! You are not helping! We do not encourage Jennie Smash to be MORE hypochondriacal, no matter how funny it is. And it is funny. But one of these days her head is gonna explode, and I'm rather fond of that head. I have this image of her sitting on the side of the tub in her bathroom, pamphlets scattered about her while she rocks back and forth, clutching various parts of her body that she believes to be rotting off. No good.
ReplyDeleteYou misunderstand, I'm trying to show your dear sister, who's head I'm also fond of seeing work on this here webpage, all the diseases and ailments she doesn't have!
ReplyDeleteMesothelioma, ebola, Chrones disease, anorexia, Marburg hemorrhagic fever... a few well-written pamphlets and a visit to the powder room and she could cross all of these off the list.
Besides, as a hedonist (in the true sense of the word, btw, not just the sexual), I believe that people should make themselves happy.
'Hooray! Diphtheria!'
ReplyDeleteWe need a picture of that.