Broomhilda the Nazi Nurse
Here she is. My nurse, whose real name isn't Broomhilda but I call her that anyway. Aren't I the lucky one? Having to deal with her, four hours a day, taxes my blushingly sweet disposition to its utmost limits. And you can see just how well the nursing agency matched my modest list of requirements vis a vis Broomy's appearance, to wit:- female
(...allegedly) - young
(...maybe as measured in dog years) - nubile (...I'm throwing up in my mouth a little)
- great legs (...for a kitchen table, or maybe Hillary Clinton)
- wearing a short short white nurse's outfit (...NO! My eyes!)
Happy Goddamm Thanksgiving.
posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 10:28 AM
4 Comments:
Yikes, I hope your camera didn't break? Did you sneak that picture? Yikes, sorry Nigel.
On your below post their I don't see the things you wish you thought of ..., where are they?
wäs ist los hier?
wo bist Fräu Hilda?
sie haben eine koffer für tampoons!
nicht güt!
nicht güt!
sie sind ein kranker welpe, sage ich!
wo ist Verlust Hilda, bereits?
yup.
"ywcqklv"
B-O
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Poor Nigel !
How you can make me laugh about something so truly tragic is a testament to your writing skills :)
Feel better - that's doctor's orders !!!
Loving Annei wishing you an equally happy Thanksgiving :)
Well, in the right light and after a few brewski's - she may pass for Nicole Kidman with that curly long strawberry blond hair?
Maybe not, but if you turn it upside down - you can dream big dreams dude.
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