I don’t know where to start. There are too many options. “Apparently it is my job, whether I want it or not, to protect your boys (see below)”? Or “I wasn’t kidding about the panties”?
Because the above (from http://www.radiationanswers.org/radiation-blog/is-that-a-laptop-on-your-lap.html—not yet me) does not seem true. See these instead:
Now I don’t know where to continue — “Searching for myself in PubMed was weird”? ” “Doctors, I say to you again, it is not a good idea to rely on your patients doing their own research?”*
Hear I was thinking cellphones were a bad idea, typing my important message on a … ‘laptop’? I mean notebook. A notebook, a notebook, a notebook computer, separated from all testes in a quarter mile radius by a quarter-inch thick sheet of lead. That’s from where I’d like to write these blogs, you mutants.
*Reminder to self to type the article about modern medicine. Recently called doctors office to ask if I could gargle with salt water while taking prescribed medication. ‘Salt water?’ said the nurse. ‘Are you nuts? Of course not. Didn’t you google it?’
AND TURN THAT WIFI OFF WHEN YOU’RE NOT USING IT, WISE GUY