Oh Wowzer. I thought I would never get to write on this blog again. Doctors have a lot on their minds, and sometimes, well that mind is absolutely a sieve.
Can't remember the pass word. How bad an excuse is that? Dr. Als Zymer remember to take a Tony Robbins or Tony Roberts course or something like that. Then graduate with a Tony Award, in some broad way, it might help your memory.
Oh but absolutely I'm not talking about my dear doc, the Mad Mutt, he remembered the code and gave it to that other guy, doc half-wit. The one who runs this blog, and writes our stories, and thinks he's important.
Mutt and I call him, Doctor M. T. Skull. Of course not to his face or you'd never hear from us again. He has a temper worse than Zambone's. The name he uses on the book cover, that's just a pseudonym. He is Dr. M. T. Skull. Or maybe he is Doctor R. Cynic (pronounce Syn-nick), poisoner of words and writing.
You know the guy I'm talking about with the totally receding hairline. Nothing grows inside or out of that noggin. It's like a New Jersey landfill. We need to call the EPA and warn them of his toxic thoughts.
You thought that odor was just springtime in New Jersey and it would stop with Summer? Absolutely totally negativo, he generates it on a regular basis as he creates our new stories. His brain is like a diesel engine from a 1945 Mac Truck running in your garage. When he is dormant then the odor dissipates, like the ashes from a volcano.
For the public welfare, Mutt and I have to help him with stories and writing, and proof-reading or we wouldn't exist, and you wouldn't enjoy, and he wouldn't ever be dormant. That odor would be constant. We are the expediters, writing's equivalent of the Clean Air Association.
Imagine if there were a strong wind from Central New Jersey towards Manhattan, Manhattanites would flee to Massachusetts seeking health care and treatment. Noxious fumes that is a real problem, unlike the Real Housewives of New Jersey, who fume noxiously.
Of course, with Obama-care we may wind up having the Massachusetts health plan for the whole nation. Worse for us in NJ since Christy is crossing party lines to screw up New Jersey's hospital system and everything else.
Anyway, we're all back, Mutt, Pam, Jayson, Darvesh, Grabowski, Frank, even Zambone is still alive, and sort of living, captive under the dome of M.T. Skull, the half-wit savant of New Jersey.
He's started working on our second adventure, which involves the death of my Ob-Gyn. As Mutt would say, Oh Boy- Got You Naked. It's so embarrassing when my Doc says something like that above a whisper.
MT wants to name the victim Dr. Phil Anders, so I guess you know why he is dead. No I didn't give the plot away, only a pixelated joke from the Pixie. The murder mystery is a case of hit and run, with the police missing the point, and writing it off as an accident.
Dr. Madison Muttnick to the rescue. He just can't leave it alone. A colleague's death, my doctor, you know he wants the right answer, even if it will kill him or someone else. Although Grabo threatens Mutt, it is a closed case, and the police can't stop him from investigating. He has time since his practice is slow.
We expected to know the ending of this story sometime in 2011, so absolutely don't ask questions now. We don't even know who did it yet, or the real name of my doctor other than Dr. OB-GYN. M.T. Skull will figure these things out later (with help from superior minds).
Later this week, Mutt and I will take the night off and have dinner at Matisse in Lake Como (nee Belmar). Yeah like I could get my Mad Mutt to fly to Italy and be like George Clooney. He's more like Perry Como, than Lake Como & Joe Don Looney more than George Clooney.
It would take Dr. M.T. Skull to send us there on a murder mystery, and he isn't known for spending a lot of money on us. He bitches and moans when he needs new ink cartridges for the printer.
Maybe we can get him to write us a European vacation and find a dead body on the French Rivera. I can totally dream can't I?
Back to the restaurant Matisse so Wowzers, look at the menu, click below.
I can't figure out what to have, but everything looks delicious
Help me out, select a dish that looks really good.
Throwing Pixie dust your way,
Rosemary Angelucci aka Tink, Mutt's Pixie.
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