My Sister: Your cancer is going to renaissance festivals.
Me: My cancer has a drawer full of twelve-sided dice.
My Sister: Your cancer watches QVC, and buys stuff off of it.
Me: My cancer lives in its parents' basement.
My Sister: Your cancer wears a three-wolf shirt unironically.
Me: My cancer forwards emails.
My Sister: You win.
Yep. You win.
ReplyDeleteYour cancer forwards emails WITHOUT REMOVING ALL THE HEADERS.
ReplyDeleteSee, that's why I always wanted a sister.
ReplyDelete:-)
ReplyDelete"It’s just how we deal with the uncomfortable----we poke it with a stick."
ReplyDeleteQuote by this comedian who did a round on cancer as a tribute to his mom when he found out she was newly dx and couldn't make his show:
http://edsfunnypages.blogspot.com/