tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36052102011-04-21T16:54:47.681-07:00Dr Death's ClinicTales from the clinic of Dr Death. Updated weekly.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345034484005287448noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605210.post-801600082002-08-12T16:47:00.000-07:002002-08-12T16:47:38.260-07:00Warning: This episode contains strobe effects, if you blink your eyes really quickly.
Episode 6: The Death of Death.
Dr Death: Hey Frieda, I can't find my surgical rocket launcher. Have you seen it anywhere?
Frieda Pussie: It should be around somewhere, you've just got to look long and hard.
Dr Death: What, shall I put my baseball bat down my trousers?
(R. Slicker walks into Dr Death’s Clinic)Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345034484005287448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605210.post-798150242002-08-04T13:10:00.000-07:002002-08-04T15:00:52.000-07:00Episode 5: Cheeky
(Dr Death walks into the clinic)
Dr Death: Morning Eileen. What appointments have you got for me today? Wait a minute, what's that white goo dripping out of your mouth?
Eileen Yulick: Huh? I thought I swallowed. (Wipes mouth)
Dr Death: Eileen? Did you make a "withdrawal" from the sperm bank while I wasn't here? Or have you been playing with Dr Seymour Clitz's thermometer?
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345034484005287448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605210.post-796185102002-07-30T17:56:00.000-07:002002-08-01T15:48:19.000-07:00I had a few ideas for endings today, and I couldn't decide which one to choose so I just decided to keep all of them.
Episode 4: Pick Your Own
Dr Death: I’m bored. There’s nothing to do. We haven’t had any patients all day.
(Dr Death scratches his arse)
Eileen Yulick: Yeah. Do you wanna have a game of spin the thermometer?
Dr Death: Nah. Fuck it. I’m just gonna go down the pub.
Eileen YulickMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345034484005287448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605210.post-789504552002-07-14T17:01:00.000-07:002002-07-14T17:01:18.810-07:00Episode 3: Sexually Transmitted Disease
(A man walks into Dr Death's Surgery)
Mike Oxbig: I think I have a problem, doctor. One of my balls has gone blue.
Dr Death: Hmm lets have a look. (The doctor examines Mike briefly)
Dr Death: Has anyone kicked you in the balls lately?
Mike Oxbig: No
Dr Death: Ok, have you had sex recently?
Mike Oxbig: Yes
Dr Death: I have reached my conclusion. This is Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345034484005287448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605210.post-786119382002-07-06T01:07:00.000-07:002002-08-01T15:30:40.000-07:00Episode 2: Heart Attack
(Man walks into reception and talks to the Eileen the receptionist)
Hugh G. Rexion: I’m here for my appointment.
Eileen Yulick: What’s your name.
Hugh G. Rexion: Hugh G. Rexion.
Eileen Yulick: OK. The doctor is waiting for you upstairs, third room on the right.
(Hugh goes upstairs and enters a room)
Dr. Seymour Clitz: …wow! I found a Ping-Pong ball!
Hugh G. Rexion: Are Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345034484005287448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3605210.post-783478912002-06-29T04:22:00.000-07:002002-08-01T15:29:12.000-07:00Episode 1: Sperm Donation
Dr Death: NEXT!
(R. Slicker walks into Dr Death’s Clinic)
Dr Death: Now, are you ready to make a donation to my sperm bank?
R. Slicker: Yep.
Dr Death: I doubt anyone would want it, but anyway here’s your container. And here are your pornographic magazines.
(Mr Slicker unzips his jeans)
Dr Death: NO! Go to Room 13 and do it in there.
R. Slicker: Oh, OK. (Walks downMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01345034484005287448noreply@blogger.com