“I am so sorry to have to meet you under these circumstances.” The oncologist’s intro had been kind, the words that followed blunt: “undifferentiated carcinoma” “six months without treatment.”
Later, the waiter’s face was crestfallen. “I’m afraid I have very bad news, we’re out of pate foie gras today.” We laughed so hard that we cried.
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cancer sucks, but so does foie gras. if you think people suffer from health problems, it's nothing compared to the suffering of the ducks.
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