After failing on Twitter, I cobbled the above together out of spit and duct tape.
This is one of those cartooons where T pulled my butt out of the fire with some great (though odd) art.
Nutterbuns is mine though.
Today’s punch line derives from the belief that the soul has mass and at the time of death (or sale to a demon) the post-mortem (or post-sale) body when weighed will show a slight loss of weight when compared to the pre-mortem (or pre-sale) weight. According to limited and suspect experiments conducted in 1907, the weight was supposed to be 21 grams. The same as the title of the 2003 film, 21 Grams.
21 grams is about 3/4 of an ounce. Not a lot of weight loss. You’d probably lose more weight if you just switched from grande to a tall latte.
I’m fine. Just a med interaction mix-up followed by EVERY MEDICAL TEST KNOWN TO MAN! Some day I’ll write about my grand tour of our nation’s health care system. Both good and bad.
Bottom line: Our health system does a terrific job of killing butterflies with an extremely expensive bazooka.