Actually, that's the best I have looked in years.
And you look so, um... gay... almost jovial, even.
Especially the legs.
And what about those feet?? A bit East West me thinks. Oh well, I suppose it's better than being pigeon-toed.
I went out with a girl years ago... she was so pigeon-toed I expected her to "coo... coo... coo" every time I visited the nest. She ended up dumping me for a buzzard with a big car, tho. I told her it was purely compensation for his lacking in another area.. and when she found that was true, she reassessed her 'orientatation', took up with a 'dove' and looked into artificial insemination. I hear she has a brood of kids these days and all of 'em sing like stool-pigeons.
I digress, however and do hope that you're feeling much better than you have of late... there's nothing worse than living with constant pain. I can sympasthise only too well because I'm going through a bastard of a time with arthritis, neck and spinal issues at the moment... a constant (24/7) headache and sleep deprivation... 16 - 18 hours sleep a week if I'm lucky. Some decent pain relief would be nice... but they don't want me to get "dependent or addicted".... and surgery is an absolute last resort due to the delicate nature of the spine. In other words: "You have no money or any medical insurance, so sod off and put up with it."
Ya know, the misery of constant pain is like finding out during your honeymoon that marriage comes with a live-in mother-in-law who thinks you're 3 levels worse than a misogynistic neanderthal with BO and halitosis. Fortunately, that scenario usually only happens to those who really deserve it - like, for example, Laura Bush's mother moving into the White house when GWB was side-stepping 'deposits' in the Oval Office - and people who have their own padded cell (with strait jacket) in the basement.
My previous residence had a padded cell in the basement, with synthetic fur-lined strait jacket... but it was wasted. Yeah, my gaseous reputation preceded me and the mother-in-law moved interstate prior to the wedding.... some excuse about being needed to to some missionary work. Hehe, I know what sort of 'missionary' she was up to... and that multi-million dollar TV evangelist hasn't looked back since. Yup, rather him than me. I could never keep up with her Sarah Palin appetite for expensive wardrobes.
Anyhow I digress... yet again. With regard to the 'snorty' sounds while on the rack, get a nasal enema next time. It's a bit like the crap evacuation in preparation for a colonoscopy... you clear out all the mucous (snot in laymans terms) to prevent nasal passage narrowing which cause those rather embarrassing Master Piggy impressions. Oh yeah, and a surgeon once told me that many.. er, most people have flatulence escape while on the table, so you might wanna consider a cork, also... tho you might wanna attach it to a short piece of string tied to your belt if curried cabbage has been consumed any time in the last 96 hours. You don't wanna shoot the surgeon trying to help you, right!
Aren't there laws about taking advantage of someone under the influence of heavy narcotics or something.
Unfortunately... NO! You are subject to the same mockery, practical jokes and abuses from Doc as the rest of us. In fact, it was he who sent me a CD with the pig-boy sound effects for my amusement... tho had I known of their origin prior to playing them on talk-back radio, I wouldn't have. There are some who would recognise your voice from earlier recordings, and I'm sorry that I've exposed your previously unheard/unknown porcine vocabulary to the masses. I mean, I'm quite sure you don't want to be considered for Miss Piggy's new love interest in the Muppet Movie remake... right??
Uh-oh, my keepers have read this over my shoulder, decided that I've lost the plot... again, and require my strait jacket to be fitted. See ya's