Cheryl (on the phone): "Sorry, Carol, but I'm staying in tonight."
Carol: "What? Why?"
Cheryl: "I've got palliative hair."
Carol: "Oh come on, Cheryl, it can't be that bad..."
Cheryl: "Oh really? I shampooed, conditioned, tried one product and that didn't work out. I then re-wet my hair, dried it again and tried a different product and now it's even worse. I give up. It's horrible. I'm staying in."
Carol: "Fine. I'll call you tomorrow." (Carol hangs up.)
Standard care for dying patients that is now so advanced that clients now rate it 12% as humane as Auschwitz.
I dreamed that Dr. Mengele gave me a peaceful injectionlast night. Then I woke up and found that a pro-life torturer had been assigned to my case. If only I was on death row, I wouldn't have to endure palliative care.
Husb: "hi luv, hit a roo in the Hyandai"
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"I'm allright, cars fucked but"
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"She's palliative, I'll get to town alright but we're in the market for a new work shitbox for me FIFO camp airport ride".
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"Doesn't your brother have an old commie ute he doesn't use any more?"
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"She'll be right, old mate up here'll give us a bodgy dodgy for a case of rumbo no wokkas"
Definable as hand picked by God due to the unimaginable task of caring for them at the end of life. Earth Angel's. Someone who "walks these children home"