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| Doctor, it seems like everything I like to eat gives me this horrible, horrible gas, which then propels the odor of my oozing crotch rash everywhere ... it's like Arthur Treacher's Fish 'n' Shit! | |
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| No doubt. I'll refer you to a nutritionalist, and get you on some topical cream... | |
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| ... like the other day when I was standing next to the hors d'ouvres table at a wedding reception, and no one but me was having any sardines on crackers ... | |
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| -- right, right. Let's have you go ahead and see the nurse for your prescription. | |
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| Awaiting prescription orders ... | |
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