It's amazing how quickly you can go off some people.
There was me in the last story writing on what a nice a guy my doctor is.  My friend Scotty was up last night to see how I was. Remember the guy from the story 'Nightclubs advert for Head and Shoulders'. I told him I was at the doctors.
s the same practice as me, but has a different doctor. I told him my doctor was Mr Wiggywonky, and he said "I know who you are talking about". Now Mr Scotty, lives in a farm of cows, as in the four legged animals, with his parents. "He has a plot", Scotty said, or words to that effect I replied "A plot"!  "Yes, I see him in the cattle market a few times", Scotty said "A cattle market"! "Yes" he repeated
A cattle market, how could he?"  Scotty doesn't understand me at all. "Yes, I see him a few times in the cattle market". "Ugh, you mean to tell me he is a, I can't say the word2.  "What?" he asked "Tell me he's not, he can't be"! I said, "How could he be", I said
p>"I thought so much of him, How could he, I thought he finally worked all problems out, I thought we finally found the solution for our last ten million visits in the last years. I been telling him all my medical problems, sobbing my heart out to him, trusting him, and your telling me he is a ,,,,,,,, I can't bring myself to say it. He's an animal murderer"!  "An animal killer, a Farmer", I screeched "UGH!!! How could he?" "Those poor animals bred just to get slaughtered in the new few years if that. Taken away from their mothers, not knowing what is happening, frightened, alone, upset, and then dead". Scotty trying to console me, but never understands my thoughts. "He's a farmer. An occupation which has fewer morals than Hitler's, at least Hitler didn't breed his culprits".  2How could he, I thought he was such a nice caring man. Raised and killed before they even learn to love, speak, have a life". Scotty rambled on about nature, and all that crap. I said back "He goes to these cattle markets. Well, let's see how he feels pushed about in a small pen, hitting his backside with a stick, being betted on".
, he won't make much money, not a cold hearted man". "All thoughts shattered, I will never look at him the same. Now I know why he gets nervous when I visit. It's Lucifer and God face to face. Good against evil, the devil in disguise, sadism".  Farmers, done few shows for them, But for a doctor, I might as well ask to be slaughtered myself. There I was thinking he was such a nice man. Well, the next time I see him walking. I'll stop and ask if he wants a lift, a lift, I'll give him a lift to the nearest human slaughter house. If I can't find one, I'll make one myself, and see how he likes it.  I'll never look at him the same, next visit I'll be wearing a carrot and garlic necklace, Cross chain on my neck, a stake, wear a yarmulke, and animal rights badges, clothes. It will never be the same again. I feel so let down, I am off to sob my heart out.
GHT TAKE SOME OF IT BACK, JUST FOUND OUT HE DOESN'T AGREE ON SLAUGHTER HOUSES. WHILST TELLING ME, MY SMILE GOT BIGGER, UNTIL HE SPOILT IT WITH THE DETAILED LAST SENTENCE, THEN I FELT SICK!
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