Hiya, Beertender...
Yeah, it's me again. Yuh squawked like a stuck hog a while back, when ya couldn't pay yer bills... then my paycheck opened your doors again... so shaddap and pour me a Diet Coke.

Okay, "Please."

So, where's the pretzel bowl?
Okay... popcorn's good too... just keep yer greasy fake butter offutt.

Yeah, another visit with the OrthoDoc this afternoon...

About every year or year-an-a-half...

Of course he did! He's a SURGEON, fer Chrissakes! He gets paid to carve his trademark in people's bodies...
Huh?
Yup, an A-P along with a few laterals... with my neck bent every which way...

Got some more Diet Coke? Lay a slice of lime in the glass this time, willya?

Thanx!

So, he peered at the pictures and probably calculated the cost of a new BMW 7-series... then told me all sortsa nasty things about what's inside my neck...

Nope, not yet...

He wants another MRI first, then he'll probably lower the boom.


I dunno, Beerkeep, I just don't...

After the last few chop-jobs, I dunno if I wanna have another one... especially on a fresh part of my body. Nature just might force my hand, though...

Maybe the ol' bod is kinda like a 100,000 mile car: too good to throw away, but not good enough to spend any money to fix. Ya just do whatcha absolutely hafta do to keep it runnin'... don't sweat how it looks, just so it starts in the mornin', and keeps goin' all day.

Yeah, I'm gettin' all philosophical now... one more Diet Coke, and I'll get outta yer hair for a while...
Ha ha ha!
Yeah! Until ya need to pay yer next electric bill!

Here's the popcorn dish... better sterilize it, 'cause I touched it...

Okay... seeya...

Yeah, I'll sure letcha know... probably stop in the night before and get thoroughly hammered.

Yeah, on Diet Coke!

Won't be too soon, though... mebbee my head'll fall off first.

Have a good'n!

Naw, keep the change...

Whyn'tcha use it to buy a can o'WD-40 to oil the hinges in this door? It sounds like Inner Sanctum...