To fetch her poor dog a bone
But when she got there, the cupboard was bare
So she called the plastic surgeon and had her set of #11 and #12 ribs removed to feed it,
And while she was there opted for the abdominoplasty tummy tuck, too.
Not only doesn’t that rhyme, it looks gruesome.
But at least the dog got a meal out of it.
Hoo boy. As they say in New Hampshire, Rib Free or Die.
I can’t help but observe that even in the context of elective surgery, she might have chosen more wisely. Not that there’s a whole lot you can do about the wear on a tire that just accumulates over the years.
I tried to select photos that downplay the funhouse aspects of the results – visit the sites to see worse, and if you’re really into it, Google “ribs removed by a plastic surgeon“ and see what youtube has to offer – but even so, IMHO everything that isn’t covered up in clothing from the hairline down should be.