Butt Calling and other odd things...
Did I ever tell you about my good friend Dado? Didn’t think so...it’s a made up name of course. His real name is Doda, like in do.da.day, but all his friends just call him Dado. A man of his caliber should not be called Doda day. He is the resident photographer for The Sane Asylum and I feature some of his photography from time to time. Well, Dado called me the other day and told me one of his hysterical experiences. It started something like this...
“Doc...have you ever heard of Butt Calling?”
“Why no Dado? Why do you ask?”
“Well the other day, I took my relaxing materials and headed out in the backyard to catch a nap. After self medication of my relaxing materials, I fell asleep in the lounger. When I woke up there were paramedics all around me hooking up lines and pounding on my chest. I was trying to tell them that nothing was wrong with me and I had just talked to my doctors office this morning, when a tube was being forced into my mouth. Since being nice and pleasant was not working, I commenced to give them hell and a good cursing. The police arrived and said I was not being cooperative and to settle down or they would taser me. To make a very long story short...they finally decided that when I sat down in my chair my phone Butt Called my doctors office, and when they did not get a response, 911 was called and EMS was dispatched...Doc, I have a favor to ask...Can I borrow some bail money?”
Image by: Dado...Cuba trip 2013
Did I ever tell you about my good friend Dado? Didn’t think so...it’s a made up name of course. His real name is Doda, like in do.da.day, but all his friends just call him Dado. A man of his caliber should not be called Doda day. He is the resident photographer for The Sane Asylum and I feature some of his photography from time to time. Well, Dado called me the other day and told me one of his hysterical experiences. It started something like this...
“Doc...have you ever heard of Butt Calling?”
“Why no Dado? Why do you ask?”
“Well the other day, I took my relaxing materials and headed out in the backyard to catch a nap. After self medication of my relaxing materials, I fell asleep in the lounger. When I woke up there were paramedics all around me hooking up lines and pounding on my chest. I was trying to tell them that nothing was wrong with me and I had just talked to my doctors office this morning, when a tube was being forced into my mouth. Since being nice and pleasant was not working, I commenced to give them hell and a good cursing. The police arrived and said I was not being cooperative and to settle down or they would taser me. To make a very long story short...they finally decided that when I sat down in my chair my phone Butt Called my doctors office, and when they did not get a response, 911 was called and EMS was dispatched...Doc, I have a favor to ask...Can I borrow some bail money?”
Image by: Dado...Cuba trip 2013
