Saturday the 17th came - and we were suppose to be to the hospital by 6:00 in the morning. One thing to know about me, is that when I get nervous, I talk a lot, and when I talk a lot, I can't help but be inappropriate.
So typically when I am in a medical situation - like, let's say lying naked on the O.R. being filleted open - I tend to talk too much and make inappropriate jokes.
Apparently I woke up all ready to go because this song was all ready playing in my head - and I sung it to Mark all the way to the hospital;
I love me a good junkie with a monkey!
Posted by: McRae Allen | January 21, 2009 at 09:38 AM