If you've seen Mets games on SNY you've no doubt seen those ubiquitous anti-smoking ads, the guy who got laryngeal cancer at age 39 and now he talks with an artificial voice box.
He used to like swimming but now he has a permanent hole in his throat which he needs to clean with a cotton swab.
Tonight we are at dinner and the guy at the next table had one of these artificial voice boxes. For some reason, Mrs. Poop thought this was hysterical. And that of course encouraged me to speak as if I had an artificial voice box too. That just made it worse.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
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