…if you wonder about that strange expression on my face, it’s a combination of:
A) utter disgust at your fourteen-year-old son who wants an ambulance for his one freakin’ episode of vomiting, and your willingness to enable such behavior just because you bear The Mark of The Beast.*
B) Pleasure with myself for being a good Borg Drone and simply taking you to the hospital, instead of loudly wondering why an ambulance was called for some punk who registers 10.0 on the Not Sick-O-Meter.
C) The realization that people like you and your son make me think the proponents of eugenics might just be on to something.
And no, you may not “axe me to turn off dat country shit and listen ta somethin’ wif a beat,” on the way to the hospital.
Take your hair extensions and fake nails, and your malingering kid, and piss off.
*Medicaid card. Seen in rare circumstances being used by people who have no other avenues to health care, but most often as an identification badge by the Minions of Sumdood.


















