Women who have obviously soaked themselves in VATS of old woman perfume are hereby banned from the doctor's office. I swear that I am suffering a gradual yet very painful asphyxiation.
I guess that hereby bans you from ever entering the relief society room. My husband had a joke he used quite frequently when he was younger. Remember the rolaids commercial where they would ask, "How do you spell relief?" and they would say, "R-O-L-A-I-D-S." Remember? Anyways, his joke was, "How do you spell Relief society?" the answer......"F-A-R-T" Yeah, he's a comic genius.
Well, let me tell you that I would rather be in a room full of farting ladies than in a room full of heavily perfumed ones. At least farts dissipate at some point - perfume doesn't. And the odor of one lady's perfume the other day? TUNA FISH.
I like your doctor's office patient stories. That is why God put these people in our lives...to bring us joy. Isn't that the point of everything. What seems a trial today is actually a great thing to make fun of tomorrow...yeah, I made that up. Anyway, I say when you can taste your own perfume...and it's not supposed to be edible...then it's time to shut off the fire house and give that bottle a rest. Hang tough, Neff.
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I guess that hereby bans you from ever entering the relief society room. My husband had a joke he used quite frequently when he was younger. Remember the rolaids commercial where they would ask, "How do you spell relief?" and they would say, "R-O-L-A-I-D-S." Remember? Anyways, his joke was, "How do you spell Relief society?" the answer......"F-A-R-T" Yeah, he's a comic genius.
Well, let me tell you that I would rather be in a room full of farting ladies than in a room full of heavily perfumed ones. At least farts dissipate at some point - perfume doesn't. And the odor of one lady's perfume the other day? TUNA FISH.
I like your doctor's office patient stories. That is why God put these people in our lives...to bring us joy. Isn't that the point of everything. What seems a trial today is actually a great thing to make fun of tomorrow...yeah, I made that up. Anyway, I say when you can taste your own perfume...and it's not supposed to be edible...then it's time to shut off the fire house and give that bottle a rest. Hang tough, Neff.
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