indesolution

Three things, Durden! One, I don't work with the geriatrics. They learned not to put me with those back at Sacred Heart, because if there's one thing I can't stand in a hospital, it's a gomer. They just! Won't! Die! I work with trauma injuries and rehabilitative therapy, thank you very much. Which brings me to two — if your little Fight Club goes through, that's exactly what I'll be overloaded with! Because there's absolutely nothing that I love more than cracked ribs, broken bones, dislocated shoulders, fractured pelvises, missing teeth (and eyes, but for the love of god PLEASE do not go as far as that maladjusted bag of douche did), crushed eye sockets, missing chunks of hair and/or skin, and best of all, crushed self-esteem and low morale! God, I mean, that's why I love my job, right? Right! I do it all for you. Three, I may have to come check this out. Just to be sure it's up to standards.