A guy who needs two decades' worth of corn Parkps Hoovered out of his neck, or a guy who can't stand daylight, and whose blood won't clot. You do the triage.
Who's next?
Had to do something to amuse myself while your receptionist fought with her boyfriend.
Had to do something to amuse myself while your receptionist fought with her boyfriend. [SEP] Who's next? [SEP] A guy who needs two decades' worth of corn Parkps Hoovered out of his neck, or a guy who can't stand daylight, and whose blood won't clot. You do the triage.