I took Woelk's advice regarding appropriate professional conversations and revealed to the general populace that I, in fact, fuck bitches for money. Not only this, but I do so with reckless abandon, having no concept of my own safety or the number of bastard nerds I spawn.
I brought it up in rounds today. (Mind you, I was post-call, so words just sort of tumble out.)
"So, this is day of life 34, corrected gestational age of 38 and one out of seven who weighs 1787 grams today. He self-extubated today, so I reintubated his punk ass. Oh, and by the way, I fuck bitches for money. Can we look at the chest film?"
Attending: "You what?"
ER: "I fuck bitches for money. Now, how about that X-ray?"
Attending: "I don't believe you."
ER: "Believe it or not. I'm long, I'm strong, and I'm here to get the friction on. "
Attending: "I still don't believe you."
So I fucked his daughter and she gave me a fiver.
That is all. Back to work.
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I'm going to throw that into some everyday conversation tomorrow and see how it turns out...
Since i'm not a doctor I don't think it'll have the same effect.
hahaha, so does he believe you now?
not to be contentious but isn't the expression simply...
"fuck bitches, get money."
You're right about that, of course. I tried to work that exact verbology into the conversation, but it didn't flow. So I had to paraphrase.
I think I still got my point across.
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