Goodbye old friend

Today I got the big mole on my head removed. You may remember it. It was about the size of a quarter. My lovely soon-to-be wife was concerned that it would be a distraction at the wedding so she ever so politely asked me to get it removed. I tried to tell her that all of the qualities she loves about me are connected to this mole but she didn't believe me and told me to "get that bitch chopped off pronto." When I told her that I am a bleeder and removing it might cause damage and/or death she replied, "I'll take the risk." For my last attempt I told her that this mole was attached to my brain and removing it might cause me some brain damage. She scheduled me an appointment.

Good bye my old friend. I will be reunited with you and my right shin one day in heaven.