If someone is going to talk about my life, I want the whole truth. Not this sweet, sickly puff piece. No one would believe it. I want the good, bad and the ugly. No need to blow smoke up my azz, I'm not around anyway. So no lies. Tell it like it was.
Doctor A: He was doing so well, I thought he was on the road to recovery. What went wrong?
Doctor B: I think it started when they gave him his iPhone back. He logged onto some quirky, lame Q&A website that he likes, but his blood pressure shot through the roof whenever he ran across grammar errors. There is also some woman named Libby or Lydia who apparently antagonizes him intentionally with such errors.
Doctor A: That's silly! He should just log off.
Doctor B: Wait, there he goes again, reading more input from there. I've never seen carotid arteries throb like that before!