Today I was supposed to make an appointment with a plastic surgeon just to see what he recommends. I had actually requested an appointment with St. Louis cosmetic surgery and they never got back with me. I obviously do not recommend using them for anything. Considering, I think I am the best looking person on this Earth, I thought this task will be fun, so it will more than likely happen.
I did ask the security guard and janitor at work tonight what they thought. Bernard, the pooper scooper, told me to get a nose job. Ev, the security guard, first told me I was fine, but he wouldn't mind if my mouth were sowed shut. Bernard told him that's a waste of money because I would just grow another one out of the side of my face.
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