Northkorean investments?

Don't give excuses. Are you a, "Resident Physician?"
You could've waved that, "almost a doctor," bit in front of her face. Nothing turns ladies on more than potential financial security (except maybe actual financial security).
Then maybe you could've said, "The way to a doctor's heart is through his abdominal aorta...but I'll settle for fellatio."

 

I vaguely remember "her" using the word "she" or "her".

 

What, of course it was a woman. What else could it have been? A "she-male"?

Oh, and please continue to call me Stran, Strain, Suckain or whatever fun names you all have maked up.

 

Due to the recent recession of the rainy season, it's not blowing around so much. That will change soon though.

 

It's more dust than sand really. Sand is heavier and doesn't take to the air as easily, but when it does it stings like a bitch, and one layer of clothes in not much protection. It also gives you that lovely crunch between your teeth, whereas dust is just dry and gritty, and while dust is more easily inhaled, it's not quite as painful. Sand is more likely to accumulate in your ears. Of course, both dust and sand will leave your eyes bloodshot and irritated.

You'll never forget the first time you glance up to the horizon and see a massive brown cloud racing towards you across the desert. You'll stand there gaping like an idiot until you are engulfed by it, then try to find your way to shelter through the haze and tears.

 

Hey hey hey, it was a woman, I checked the patient records today.

 

Well, yeah, but...who cares?

 

Why not? I can become a splendid doc, who knows?

 

Just so everyone can avoid him, his e-mail seems to imply his name is something like Adam Strang, might of course be his father's e-mail, so I'd avoid any doctor I see with "Stran(g?)" in their name I'd avoid Sträng, Strän, Strång and Strång too. If you do this you might actually survive.

 

Doc Morbid