Kenny Carlile

While my girlfriend's son was having his cast removed (broken left radius and ulna), I noticed a box in a partially opened cabinet containing a box with a peculiar label. I snapped this blurry cell phone picture of it before the doctor came back into the room. I didn't get a look at what the label really actually read–probably something like "drape sheet"–because I didn't want to ruin the illusion that the doctor's office actually had a box containing "rape sheets".