So a friend walks into a doctor’s office with a tumor in her brain…
My friend Holly is having brain surgery today. Yep, it’s for realzies, no-shit, actual brain surgery to remove a tumor that’s traveling without a ticket like a gate-hopper in her brain. She goes into surgery about noon, 12:30 or so.
She’s affectionately named that little mooch Arnold. People are showing support on Holly’s Facebook, I know she would love some more!
Got a few seconds? Do Holly a kindness, send her some good karma. Maybe think to yourself “HEY! Arnold, you tumor bastard! Get the f*ck outta there and leave Holly alone, alive!“ Or, pray for her, if you are religious, as Holly is fo-sho, and I’m sure she’d appreciate your prayers.
And remember…
GOOD LUCK HOLLY! We’re all rooting for you, dude.
Time to kick Arnold in the crotch. Godspeed.
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