Basher... a day at the docter
..Basher forced to stay in attic since momma's basement is so crowded...the pizza boxes piled the the ceiling...the Kentucky chicken buckets littering the floor..that in fact they have become head coverings for the lack of room on the floor. So after a few days in the attic the basher finds himself with agonizing back pains. More to the fact that his obesity is not helping either...and the fact he has developed a huge spare tire around his waist..I mean the basher thinks he is in shape...after all "rotund is a shape"...on his mind. So at the docter's office he is askin for pain killers. The docter asks "how long have you had a "weak back?"...The basher responds "about a week back"..Docter not amused gives him an aspirin, a slap on the back of his neck and tells him to lose some poundage. In frustration the basher devours 2 pounds of wings on his way home while not feeling guilty about the chickens walkin out back....maintain