Internet Diagnosis Critic Pillows

"I don't care what it said when you looked up your symptoms on the internet. You arenot Anorexic."

"David live a rich, full life, despite what his Wikipedia page says."

Coffee. The phrase "where everybody knows your name" used to sound warm and friendly. Now, with all our personal information exposed online, it sounds scary!

'My daughter read on the internet about a hip replacement with free built-in MP3 player,'

The anti-social network: 'Hey Jeffrey...I need help setting up my dad's anti-social network.'

'I checked my symptoms on the internet and I think I might be dead!'

"...And those are some of the books I would have read if the Internet had never been invented."

Man tapping a tuning fork on another man's knee

"Well, who you gonna believe? Me or Wikipedia?"

"When I was a kid there was no internet. If you wanted to bully someone, you had to do it to their face."

"I've already go t a diagnosis from homedoc.com..."

"And more intriguingly, your prognosis differs depending on which search engine I use."

Internet Commenter Magazine.

"I looked up your rash online. Have you recently been to one of the moons of Saturn? Or, it could just be poison ivy."

"No, as of yet, they are not on the internet!"

"That's not what it says on the Web."

'If you don't believe me, Google it.'

Facebookdead

"Nurse! Call the doctor, I've found out what is wrong with me."

"Of course you have a 'right to your opinion'. That doesn't make it any less stupid."

"The internet begs to differ."

"You're suffering from banner blindness."

"According to this website my symptoms show that I'm dead!"

"Oh look, dear. when you press 'alt-right' it types a little swastika!"

"I found out something last night that just totally destroyed my worldview."

"It's the only way I can get some of my paitents to listen to me."

"I'm afraid your son has been confusing 'your' and you're' when he mercilessly bullies his peers online."

'I disagree with you, doctor. It's not just a hangnail. According to the Internet, it's a rare genetic disorder. . .'

"Dude - don't believe in all that nonsense you read on the internet."

That business about the meek inheriting the earth sounds an awful lot like an internet scam.

"At last, Twitter has a button that instantly lets you express self-righteous indignation."

"How's the self-diagnosis coming?"

"I just thought I'd run the symptoms by you before I get a proper diagnosis on Google."

'Oh my gosh!!! What are you doing giving out our credit card information online?!!!'

'Before you ask I think your blog's crap.'