I have theory about "Assholery." It start with this:
A woman is in the hospital giving birth to her 10th child. Her previous 9 were all fathered by the same man and delivered by the same doctor; however, each of them was deformed in some way: a club foot, an extra digit, etc. The father and doctor for the 10th are the same. The father, we'll call him Joe, was pacing in the waiting room for several hours before the doctor came in. "Well, Joe," he said, "it's over. Congratualtions, you have a healthy, new son!" Joe is estatic. "Can I go in, now, Doc? Can I?" "Calm down, Joe, we'll go in soon, but I gotta ask you: if there were something...different...about your son, would you still love him?" Joe thinks this is the stupidest question in the worl, given their history. He assures the doctor that nothing could ever make him not love his son. So they go in.
Joe's wife is stting up in bed, holding a bundle of swaddling clothes against her breast. Joe runs over to her, kissses here gently and starts to undo the swaddling clothes. He starts at the bottom and works his way up: normal feet, normal legs, normal hips and dingus (no problem there, Wheeew!), normal torso, hands and arms. But when he unwraps the top, he sees a large eyeball that is open and lolling about atop the neck. Needless to say, this was NOT waht he was expecting! But he kisses his wife tenderly, tells her he loves her and their new son. He leaves and rejoins the doctor in the hall.
"Wow, Doc, I wasn't expecting that, but it doesn't matter. He's my son and I love him; we'll figure the rest out later."
"That good, Joe," the doctor says, "because that's not the worst of it. He's blind."
That was really long. Scott's not the only one who rambles.
A woman is in the hospital giving birth to her 10th child. Her previous 9 were all fathered by the same man and delivered by the same doctor; however, each of them was deformed in some way: a club foot, an extra digit, etc. The father and doctor for the 10th are the same. The father, we'll call him Joe, was pacing in the waiting room for several hours before the doctor came in. "Well, Joe," he said, "it's over. Congratualtions, you have a healthy, new son!" Joe is estatic. "Can I go in, now, Doc? Can I?" "Calm down, Joe, we'll go in soon, but I gotta ask you: if there were something...different...about your son, would you still love him?" Joe thinks this is the stupidest question in the worl, given their history. He assures the doctor that nothing could ever make him not love his son. So they go in.
Joe's wife is stting up in bed, holding a bundle of swaddling clothes against her breast. Joe runs over to her, kissses here gently and starts to undo the swaddling clothes. He starts at the bottom and works his way up: normal feet, normal legs, normal hips and dingus (no problem there, Wheeew!), normal torso, hands and arms. But when he unwraps the top, he sees a large eyeball that is open and lolling about atop the neck. Needless to say, this was NOT waht he was expecting! But he kisses his wife tenderly, tells her he loves her and their new son. He leaves and rejoins the doctor in the hall.
"Wow, Doc, I wasn't expecting that, but it doesn't matter. He's my son and I love him; we'll figure the rest out later."
"That good, Joe," the doctor says, "because that's not the worst of it. He's blind."
Spoiler!
That was really long. Scott's not the only one who rambles.
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