But I don't have a PharmD, so no one would take me seriously.
All you need is a white lab coat and some test tubes and beakers. And maybe an oscilloscope. Then just take a picture of yourself in front of this stuff and caption it "Teppy Labs."
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But I don't have a PharmD, so no one would take me seriously.
All you need is a white lab coat and some test tubes and beakers. And maybe an oscilloscope. Then just take a picture of yourself in front of this stuff and caption it "Teppy Labs."
I have a white lab coat! And I know there's an oscilloscope in the attic (no lie; I think the Lindbergh baby might be up there).
(Do Lindbergh baby jokes even WORK anymore? I feel like Grandpa Simpson.)
I just read a report that NYC hospitals only have 23% of the H1N1 vaccine doses they were expecting, and that the mandatory vaccination of healthcare workers has been halted because of this.
The Health Dept here is no longer answering their phones for this reason. I've given up on getting Ellie vaccinated for now.
I had the weirdest dream last night, that Buffy was re-released, and it was awful. There was a laugh track, and Eliza Dushku was the only actor that came back. Also, I was watching on my parent's new large plasma TV (which doesn't exist) and there was a trash can's worth of mashed potatoes stuffed up behind the screen. Also, I was getting ready to go to college, again, and my dad and I were going on a road trip.
Ok, I just had to get that out of my brain.
Seska, I hope that guy gets a dick boil. What an ass.
(Do Lindbergh baby jokes even WORK anymore? I feel like Grandpa Simpson.)
Is the Lindbergh baby playing poker with Jimmy Hoffa?
Seska, what you need is for this guy [link] to talk to the idiot.
Anyone who can convert his Harley to allow him to drive it from his wheelchair would probably come up with a way to deal with asshats.
That's awesome.
I totally get this one:
That looks just like my car only with rust instead of license plates. Well, the rust isn't that bad, yet.
(Do Lindbergh baby jokes even WORK anymore? I feel like Grandpa Simpson.)
"So I was wearing an onion on my belt, as that was the style at the time..."
"It will be a cold day in hell before I recognize Missour-ah"
"I ain't fer it, I'm agian' it!"