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exerpt from the appointment with an oncologist

me: i havent yet heard how we are going to treat this

oncologist(here on referred to as oink): sir, i dont think you understand. you should put your affairs in order, and let us make you as comfortable as possible.

me: fuck you

oink: there is no need to take that type of attitude

me: how long do i have left?

oink: 8 months. possibly a year.

me: bitch, im coming back here in thirteen months, and kickin you in the balls.

oink: sir, i am female, i dont have balls.

me: you must have balls to think im going to die.

oink: i understand your frus....

me: the fuck you do. are you sick? do you have some black shit growing in your stomach? you are so fucking fired. im fixin to put my pants back on, and leave here. have my records ready when i leave, or i will burn this motha down on my way out.

oink: sir, you have to have treatment.

me: i'll get treatment, but not from your ass. i need someone that's on my team. someone that's willing to work, and do what needs to be done. as a doctor, you make an excellent plumber. now get the fuck out of here, you dont get to see me naked anymore.