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A Tale of a Flask and a Mask

I offered doc a sip from my flask
     He automatically removed his mask

   Two or three long sips later
     Doc called for his mask locator

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L Milton Hankins

September 12, 2022 at 7:38 PM

That doc obviously needed a mask if he continued to see patients. Which reminds me: Do you realize that somebody is going to get a root canal today from the world's "worst" dentist. Sure hope it isn't you, gw.

Gershon Wolf

September 12, 2022 at 7:54 PM

Actually, the dentist looked in my mouth. Said, you don't need a dentist; you need an invasion! I asked why. He said, I see the Panama Canal...

Jeff Kyser

September 12, 2022 at 6:26 PM

He may as well take a shot, Whether it stops covid or not!

Gershon Wolf

September 12, 2022 at 7:53 PM

You only go around once in life... It's Miller time!

Vickey Rhymer

September 12, 2022 at 5:05 PM

Hey Wolf throughout my life I have bought several flasks ,don't know why,never used them just fascinated with them.I think it's the whole gentlewoman hot on the heels of the hounds as they run down a sly fox at my imaginary country estate. Probably at least two in the attic.Maybe more. Have a good week.

Gershon Wolf

September 12, 2022 at 7:55 PM

Zounds, hounds! Trumpets sound! Off goes Vickey -- in her mind. Very funny, my friend! Thanks for the laughs. :) gw