With all the doctor visits this week, we cannot but help but sympathize with you!
I have long maintained that anyone who can still say “Fap!” after seeing the doctor is far from being defeated.
Plus you have our prayers. Get well soon, Erlene.
With all the doctor visits this week, we cannot but help but sympathize with you!
I have long maintained that anyone who can still say “Fap!” after seeing the doctor is far from being defeated.
Plus you have our prayers. Get well soon, Erlene.

You may have heard me say “Fap!” now and then, and probably asked yourselves, “Did he say ‘fap’? What’s fap?”
I grew up with Sunday color comics in the newspaper, and one of my favorites was “Our Boarding House,” featuring Major Amos B. Hoople, a lovable pompous windbag whose wife, Martha, controlled him by making him go outside to beat the rugs. I wonder if anybody still beats rugs.
Anyhow, when the major’s at a loss for words, he often resorts to his customary exclamations, “Fap!” Usually followed by “Hak-kaff” or “Harrumph!” This sort of eloquence is seldom met with nowadays.
I am unable to confirm a report that Major Hoople left home to become a Diversity Reponse Team People’s Investigator at Fimbo University.