This Month's Shortbook™
Son,” he informed me, “according to our diagnosis, you've got an acute case of ...the Funkadosis!”
As this came totally unexpected, I was naturally in somewhat of a state of shock; especially since he had called me “son” - he was young enough to be my son.
"You can relax!" he ordered. "It won't kill ya! You should be aware, however, that unlike neurosis, psychosis, halitosis or B.Osis, ...there ain't no cure for the Funkadosis!”