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I suppose they call this person "Doc" because he has the very low station in life relative my own such that he is the Duke of Albuquerque which is a fiefdom in the formerly powerful but now not so much Spanish empire.
I just went out to get some ice cream and this SUV that's been following me drove by with a blue license plate with white letters saying "Burke" which is what the locals were calling Albuquerque when I was getting my first genital mutilation there recently. After writing about pic object, I thought I should go "See ABQ." I got my dick sucked by a hooker there on like a Monday, and the Helene was in the memes like, "See?!??! I give him everything he needs." Later, I drove around for like an hour looking for another hooker, maybe one without rotten teeth, and I got an implant in my dick from her. I started getting electroshock in the tip of my dick and I went to the ER, I think. They removed the device, I think, because the sensation stopped, but then some other guy I was trying to buy weed from put more in like two days later, way deep down in my pelvic gristle and elsewhere too. The rest is history with the 900 implants currently in my cock and balls, not to mention the 10,000 in my ass that weren't there last year.
Anyways, just now I went to get some ice cream and the BURKE guy drove by again. There was some voodoo grasshopper on my car too looking like it had just been set there. The trail in the dew was very short and it could not have been there for more than a minute. It's wings were broken and one of its legs was snapped so it was using its one good leg to push itself around in a grotesque little circle. I inspected it quite closely, and like half of it's thorax had been eaten away. I watched a preying mantis eat a cricket once, and it looked like a preying mantis had eaten a fair portion of the thorax between the wings. I think the covers for the wings were totally ripped off too.
