Casa del Fatfuck Part II : Invasion of the Nurse Practitioners

Nicki went to see fatfuck Friday afternoon after her last class of the day in her summer CRNP program. She encountered the elusive creature known as Mrs. Fatfuck whom she reported was "a roly poly cow", with a platinum helmet of what might have been either hair or a wig. Mrs. Fatfuck was obviously aggravated by the commotion of all the visitors. She exchanged bitchy pleasantries with Nicki. "Oh you're studying to be a nurse practitioner, you're trying to put my sons out of business, you nurse practitioners. All the money we've invested in our sons' futures and nurse practitioners are taking over. At least you can't do surgeries, but who knows next they'll start training you to do that, they already have robots doing surgeries, so they might as well let you nurse practitioners cut people open too."

Nicki said fatfuck's heart rate skyrocketed as soon as she sashayed into his room. Fatfuck dismissed Cristobal so he could spend a few minutes alone with Nicki. (Oh the irony because we are shiksas!) He told Nicki he is proud that we have achieved the level we have in the medical field. My sister thanked fatfuck for his "contributions". "Couldn't have done it without you!"

The envelope I picked up from the law office of XYZ&X contained my usual weekly session amount. The envelope was handed to me by a secretary or paralegal who gave me some kind of smug look. I'm sure she was thinking I was fatfuck's plaything picking up a little play money until he could get back to playing live. Nicki gets to pick up her envelope on Monday. I bet the law office will be abuzz that fatfuck has 2 shiksa playthings! How could this be when he weighs close to 300 pounds and the lard must bury the playstick? Little do they know what we do to the playdoh-balls....