THAT was ENCOURAGING!
... This late-MORNING I had an appointment w/ my MAIN-doctor. My MAIN-nurse JOINED me, in-case I FORGOT any announcements (... I didN'T.)
... My blood-pressure was ... NIIICE!
(116/78)
... In SPEECH-Therapy, I GOBBLED-down ... 17 bites of chicken ... VIA my-MOUTH.
... WHILE I CONSUMED ... QUICKLY & NEAR-flawlessly, I dipped-in SOME chicken-bites into KETCHUP (SALTY) OR French's MUSTARD (SWEET) OR Grey Poupon MUSTARD (SOUR).
NOICE!
... APPROXIMATELY 48 minutes AFTER SPEECH-Therapy ENDED, as I lay in-BED, I BELCHED--quietly--&, because of my EXCESS-saliva, I started RE-tasting the Grey Poupon MUSTARD ... & CHICKEN!
(... This SECOND-time was ... STRONGER!)
YYYEEESSS!
If (Dumbass) Trump is the POTUS (President Of The United States), then ..
LOGICALLY, I'd be CHAMP (Cognizant but Handicapped yet Amazingly-Mental Pathfinder).
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