I had a hell of a week at work.
Very hellish.
I did have a patient who enjoyed telling dirty limericks, though.
When he wasn't shitting all over the bed or combative, he was really funny.
Kind of.
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- FROM SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, USA. The adventures of a Westie pup named Ziggy.
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