Asks the dermatologist. "Sorry, it's a inside joke." replies the surgeon.
Then I wonder if it knows something I don't.
He replies "Ask my wife. She'll tell you how you do it.
Not sure", replies the fellow, "But you have got to try-a-lil'-bite!"
He replied, "Tropical Depression."
Suture self!
He kept making rash decisions.
I don't know. It was an inside joke.
Because we're too afraid to go outside
