Tag: a drink with the doctor

• June 7, 2017

  Of Doctors, Loose Bowels and Françoise Hardy

  She howled at me. I wasn’t particularly scared of a howling female. Of course, she was not my wife. A female in the shape of my howling wife never fails to loosen by bowels. But as I said, she was not my wife. “I want you to get that hole sealed up by tomorrow,” howled…