Bad Friday

The boy, the Doctor and his advice

I have been challenged by Lifecruiser to do a post under the vignette: Bad Friday.
Well, I had to think about it for a while. Shall, shall not - shall, shall not. Shit, but which one?

Among the few I know, all are very descent and well scientificly documented. Which meansif you feel offended, then blame science. OK?

Here we go:

The local doctor went walking his daily evening round, when he remarked a boy sitting crying on his veranda.

-What’s up, asked the Doc?

- Oh, you see, my parents are going to divorce

- Why’s that, said the Doc

- Mama complains father is impotent

- So, so,said doc, just give your father one of these pills every day, and you’ll see everything will be better

A week after, the Doctor once again remarked the boy sitting crying on his veranda.

- What’s up now? Does not the pills work?

- Oh, guess, said the boy – but now mama is dead, my sis is pregnant, I hurt in my ass and the dog has run away.

That's it Folks. In the name of science.