TOOOOS-DAY!  It always starts out out messed up and usually ends that way.  We've told ya before that Tuesdays are the worst days of the week.  They just don't....ah...er....ah....rock.  That's it, they don't rock.  So, since they're basically a waste of 24 hours, we figured why not go to the free clinic and get check-ups.  Oh yeah baby, we're talking modern medicine!

Here's how it works when you get public assistance like us.  You can pick your own doctor (which we did from the Yellow Pages), but only ones that accept the county vouchers.  Anyway, our doc (who actually NEVER practiced veternary medicine) whisked us right in and started the exams.  Since most of what happened is protected by doctor-patient privilege, we really can't tell ya much, but lets just say that - okay let's not say.  Sorry, gotta leave it to your imagination - he has a license to protect!

Anyway, after a clean bill of health (YEAH BABY!) we were off to celebrate.  Our friend, Drew, from L.A. drove over (to escape the fires) and so we partied until....ah...until....ah...until we couldn't read our watches.  Anyway, here's the deal with Drew.  He's really smart (Magna Cum Laude in GeoThermal Engineering and Prelaw from Harvard,  Editor of the Law Review at Stanford and Ph.d. in Nuclear Physics from M.I.T.).  Okay, we lied - but he does have a G.E.D. and his Visa card limit covered pizza and all the pitchers we could drink, so who cares about brain mass.  Look, tomorrow is Wednesday - Humpday - and we'll be out with Drew all day, so...

      
Why did Stacy have to remove her shirt for this test?        Ok, no more questions....but will you call me tomorrow?

      
Drew believes in "higher" education - hmmm , "higher?"           Don't tell her doctor, but she maybe had "a" drink!