The paramedic called the press and sold me like a loaf of bread. This was news, and he wanted to be the one to report it.
I caused my husband's heart attack. In the middle of lovemaking I took the paper bag off my head. He dropped the Polaroid and keeled over and so did the hooker. It would have taken me half an hour to untie myself and call the paramedics, but fortunately the Great Dane could dial.
Do Roman paramedics refer to IV’s as '4's'?