The problem with modern medicine

Damn faith healers.

It's a regular Algonquin round table at Sparky's parents house during the holidays

Here's a snippet of conversation from yesterday's Christmas dinner at Sparky's parents house:

Sparky's sister: Where did they do Uncle Freddie's brain aneurysm surgery?
Me: (Very quickly before any one else could answer) On his head.
Sparky: (As she gave me a dirty look) What are you? Twelve or something?

Honestly though, what did she expect from a guy who buys himself this for a Christmas present to himself? And anyways, that was a sweet set up by Sparky's sister, I had to go for the bad joke or I wouldn't have been me.