Yesterday I was in the hospital bathroom (in Gary’s room) and my fat thigh busted out the toilet paper holder like a can of Pillsbury biscuits. I started to laugh so hard I tooted and then I started laughing more. I yelled out to Gary, “My farts are so powerful I blew the toilet paper holder to pieces!” Followed by a long, loud laugh.
I stopped laughing just in time to hear a voice that wasn’t Gary’s…when I walked out of the bathroom there standing in a u-shape were all of the doctors and nurses going over everything needed for Gary’s chemo. 😂
Eh, it’s life. If you can’t cry, laugh! Hmmmm biscuits sound good.
Error of my Weighs 