Florida Health Care Plan
Don't Block A Florida Health Care Plan
Kobe Tyrant, a 7-foot tall American basketball player was sitting in a car next to his blind date, a 5-foot babe, off Highway 69. Kobe had no health care plan – even his blind date didn't have a health care plan.
“Look here, Pinky, let's start with an alternating–possession kissing game. First I jump, and you jump and try to kiss me. Then you jump and I jump too, trying to kiss you. Ready?” Kobe excitedly whispered into his date's ears. He was flush with excitement.
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The girl immediately knew that she was in big trouble. Here she was alone off a highway with a basketball player, who seemed more like a basket case, and she had no health plan and she had a feeling that something stupidly nasty was going to happen. “That's a toughie game, Kobe. You got a simpler game, like say smooch-a-doodle-doo or something like that, huh? You also must know I don't have a health care provider, Kobe!” “That game's for those pansy beach volleyball players, Pinky. How about we play a game of chippy-hanging where you bite my chest and pretend to fall down. If I survive the bite, I win. Whatever, then my turn comes. And don't be nerdy about a health insurance policy – even I don't have a plan!” “Chippy-hanging sounds like a bombastic game, Kobe! I'll be slaughtered! How about playing Dunkadelicious – now that's a ribald game!” The girl said kicking herself for not buying a plan. “Baby, Dunkadelicious is for those arty-hole swimmers! Ok, this is my last idea: Let's play Growing Pains! You assault me while running and I'll assault you while you are running – and both of us should be running on the highway. And both of us feel our pain growing. Let's do it, sugar!” |
