(My dad sent me this this morning and wanted me to post it so here you go)
Doc, my neck is sore and stiff from stress at work.
Of course, you have Erectile Dyslexia. One part of your body is confused about being another part.
What? Really? How do you cure that?
It’s terminal. You should leave your money to The Erectile Dyslexia Foundation. I have a couple of accounts here.
Maybe I just need a vacation.
Denial is the first phase.
You mind if I get a second opinion?
I’ll give you another one. You have Mobius Monetary Dementia. You think everything loops around somehow back to money.
Seems like that’s how things are going.
I rest my case. Do you need a third opinion?
No! Thanks. Is this terminal too?
Not at all. It’s infinite.
What? Then how can you get rid of it?
The Erectile Dyslexia Foundation…
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