When I'm on call,
I get an icee.
That's the only time.
They have an icee machine in the cafeteria, but I restrict my icee intake to duty shifts so I have a reason to look forward to being on call.
I prefer cherry icees.
In fact, I only get them if they are cherry.
Thus, red tongue.
I wonder if parents I see tonight will wonder why they have a younger, cuter, less make-up-ed Gene Simmons for a chaplain.
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