Monday, July 30, 2018


(This post contains some new stuff & some old stuff.  WARNING: May contain have been written by a nut.)

There were twin brothers who were did everything together.  They even went to medical school together.  One became a psychiatrist & the other a colorectal surgeon.  They opened a practice together & called it "Odds & Ends".
A psychiatrist & a proctologist are alone on an elevator together.  They go down a few floors when the elevator stops, the doors open & another man gets on.  The new arrival grabs the psychiatrist, gives him a huge kiss on the lips & then gets off.  The proctologist says to the psychiatrist, "I know you're not gay.  Why didn't you do something?"  The psychiatrist answers, "Why should I?  It's his problem!!"

We have a friend who was a shrink in Beverly Hills.  I guess his wife didn’t take him too seriously when he bought himself a motorcycle--a big Harley “hog”.  She bought him a black leather jacket & had his name put on it.  Actually, it wasn’t his name, it was the initials “BSBHP”--Big Shot Beverly Hills Psychiatrist.  He liked it so much he got a personalized license plate for the “hog”.

The rest of today's post deals with the ends.

This is one of the funniest things  I have ever read. If you ever had a colonoscopy or are planning on one, you can't miss this!!

About the writer: 
Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald. 


I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy.

A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis. Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner.

I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, 'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!' 

I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America's enemies.

I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous.

The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose, watery bowel movement may result.'

This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.

MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic here, but have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.

After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep.

The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.

At the clinic, I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.

Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. 

At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.

When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point.

Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand.

There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' had to be the least appropriate.

'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me.

'Ha ha,' I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.

I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling 'Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood.

Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that IT was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.

On the subject of colonoscopies...

Colonoscopies are no joke, but these comments during the exam were quite humorous..... A physician claimed that the following are actual comments made by his patients (predominately male) while he was performing their colonoscopies:

1. 'Take it easy, Doc. You're boldly going where no man has gone before!'

2. 'Find Amelia Earhart yet?'

3. 'Can you hear me NOW?'

4. 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?'

5. 'You know, in Arkansas, we're now legally married.'

6. 'Any sign of the trapped miners, Chief?'

7. 'You put your left hand in, you take your left hand out...'

8. 'Hey! Now I know how a Muppet feels!'

9. 'If your hand doesn't fit, you must quit!'

10. 'Hey Doc, let me know if you find my dignity.'

11. 'You used to be an executive at Enron, didn't you?'

12. 'God, now I know why I am not gay.'

And the best one of all:

13. 'Could you write a note for my wife saying that my head is not up there?’

Praise the colorectal surgeon
Misunderstood and much maligned
Slaving away in the heart of darkness
Working where the sun don’t shine

We praise the colorectal surgeon
Misunderstood and much maligned
Slaving away in the heart of darkness
Working where the sun don’t shine
Respect the colorectal surgeon
It’s a calling few would crave
Lift up your hands and join us
Let’s all do the finger wave
When it comes to spreading joy
There are many techniques
Some spread joy to the world
And others just spread cheeks

Some may think the cardiologist
Is their best friend
But the colorectal surgeon knows…
He’ll get you in the end!
Why be a colorectal surgeon?
It’s one of those mysterious things.
Is it because in that profession
There are always openings?
When I first met a colorectal surgeon
He did not quite understand;
I said, “Hey nice to meet you
But do you mind? We don’t shake hands.”
He sailed right through medical school
Because he was a whiz
Oh but he never thought of psychology
Though he read passages.
A doctor he wanted to be
For golf he loved to play,
But this is not quite what he meant…
By eighteen holes a day!

Respect the colorectal surgeon,
Here and now we'll raise a glass
For the rectal surgeon like the rectum
Can tell a liquid from a gas

We praise the colorectal surgeon
Misunderstood and much maligned
Slaving away in the heart of darkness
Working where the sun don’t shine

These next two songs are performed by the Laryngospasms.
They are a group of practicing Certified Registered Nurse Anesthetists who create and perform medical parodies for audiences throughout the United States.

There weren't very many colorectal surgeon cartoons
so this seemed like a good time to get
these toilet paper cartoons cleaned out of my files.
Before we start, did you know that the first time toilet paper
was sold on a roll was August 26, 1871?
Now National Toilet Paper Day is celebrated
every year on August 26th.
Isn't that exciting?

Toilet paper for me:

This is just cruel:

You might be interested in this:

Here's an image you'll never get out of your mind:

The rising cost of living doesn't seem to have affected its popularity----fishducky


Friday, July 27, 2018


This is me hurrying to bring them to you.

(Reworked from a 9/2013 post.)

Although I usually look like this.

You may think I'm crazy, 

but I don't care!!

Your eyes may get a little tired
but bear with me.

Moving images can make you happy.

They can also be helpful.
What if you wanted a 2nd medical opinion?

Or can't understand why your taxes are so high?

They can teach you about personal hygiene

Or the importance of following
orders from a superior

Need some examples to follow
in your exercise program?

Looking for the best place to get a manicure?

Need a job?  
There'll probably be an opening here soon.

Interested in organizing your finances?

Perhaps you need a hint on computer repair

How about some redecorating suggestions?

Remember, it's important to 
reciprocate a good deed

Most importantly, there are amazing new discoveries 
to be made every day!!

I called my husband on the intercom yesterday & told him I was lonesome.  I offered him $1.00 to talk to me for 5 minutes.  He said that wasn't enough.  If I were nasty (which, of course, I'm not) I'd give this next image to him:

Guess what?  
July 2nd was NATIONAL I FORGOT DAY & I forgot to tell you!!

Am I crazy because I hear voices or are you, because you don’t?----fishducky