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Wonderful, I'm going to go learn how to use nukes firsthand now! *skips away whistling "I'm a little teapot short and stout"*
what are the odds that she'll pick up a Glowing Aura to match her Glowing Personality. :D

Wonderful, I'm going to go learn how to use nukes firsthand now! *skips away whistling "I'm a little teapot short and stout"*

...don't you just...drop 'em? Or do you mean how to build them firsthand?

But if you're insistant that only one of us has a great mind, I have no problem with it, since we both know it's me. ;)
I'm not really insistant, but your claim really only validates my claim that I am the great mind. You really don't want to get into a test of egos with me, Lady. I fight those battle to win, even if that means a dirty fight. Besides, there're more important things to read than pointless flamebaiting. Try the more pointed ones. They're much tastier.:D

what are the odds that she'll pick up a Glowing Aura to match her Glowing Personality. :D

XD. I guess someone needs to take the late 'Bena's place, and I'm preoccupied.

I'm not really insistant, but your claim really only validates my claim that I am the great mind. You really don't want to get into a test of egos with me, Lady. I fight those battle to win, even if that means a dirty fight. Besides, there're more important things to read than pointless flamebaiting. Try the more pointed ones. They're much tastier.:D

We need a competition. I say we play The Game. (by the way, I lose.) The second loser has the better mind.

nope, think of the hunt and peck method of typing.
Dear gods, I was afraid you'd say that. That's worse by far.
*shudders violently*

...don't you just...drop 'em? Or do you mean how to build them firsthand?XD
sorry, got a picture of a person holding a nuke saying "so I just drop them, right? is here a good place?"

there was a Japanese Sci Fi movie a loong time ago. translated to english, the villan pulls out a grenade and says...
"I have a neuclear Handgrenade..."

I still laugh at that.

hey... it's simple for you. but some computers have TWO buttons. A power button as well as a Reset button.

add to that the monitors tend to have a OMD, contrast, brightness as well as power...

you're asking alot for some of these PEBCAK's
It's the button with the power symbol on it. It's the same as TVs...my god, this world IS doomed. I might as well blow it up with my nukes now.

I'm getting a great image from her posts. :D
Yeah, they do draw one of those, don't they?

It's the button with the power symbol on it. It's the same as TVs...my god, this world IS doomed. I might as well blow it up with my nukes now.

Heh. Try explaining to someone about the power symbol.

It's the button with the power symbol on it. It's the same as TVs...my god, this world IS doomed. I might as well blow it up with my nukes now.
Naw... create a Light Grenade. that will weed out the ID10Ts...
Here is, quite possibly, the most endearing part of the movie. As the platoon of imperial troops rolls into camp, Dick leaves a "light grenade" in his bedroll (conveniently marked with a prominent sign). The light grenade is a device that, once the pin is pulled, will vaporize anyone who touches it. This would not be terribly effective on Earth, but it passes for a doomsday device on Spengo. The darn thing has "pick me up" stamped on the side! The soldiers begin falling prey, one after another, to the deadly weapon. Pretty soon there are just two left; while one calls for reinforcements, the other stoops to pick up the grenade...

*shrug* Aye, that's true. Well, it varies. Girl by girl basis. Dana, for example, is drop-dead gorgeous, while Ally is an intellectual equal.
Who ARE these people you're talking about? :confused:

XD
sorry, got a picture of a person holding a nuke saying "so I just drop them, right? is here a good place?"

there was a Japanese Sci Fi movie a loong time ago. translated to english, the villan pulls out a grenade and says...
"I have a neuclear Handgrenade..."

I still laugh at that.

XD. How long was it in his pocket, and what does that mean for his netherregions?

Who ARE these people you're talking about? :confused:

Huh? Oh, sorry. On the net, Tis you, Heather, Kate an' Megra I'm after. Back in Michigan (IRL), I've fallen for Loren, Allison (Ally), Farah, Dana, Erin and Sara.

And don't give me those looks. :p

I'm not really insistant, but your claim really only validates my claim that I am the great mind. You really don't want to get into a test of egos with me, Lady. I fight those battle to win, even if that means a dirty fight. Besides, there're more important things to read than pointless flamebaiting. Try the more pointed ones. They're much tastier.:D
When my mail-ordered penis gets here, THEN we'll have a match of egos. But in my current form, I'm afraid I can barely match egos with the humblest of men. And pointless flamebaiting is what I live for; they're a vital part of creating spam. :cool:

Yeah, they do draw one of those, don't they?
...

Is this one of those things that I'm better off not knowing?

...

Is this one of those things that I'm better off not knowing?
just commenting that since I lack the grace of your image, I am resigned to picturing you from your posts. :(

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Is this one of those things that I'm better off not knowing?

Take it as a compliment, that's what it is.

Take it as a compliment, that's what it is.
Okays. *continues whistling and playing with nuke*

Hello?

Okays. *continues whistling and playing with nuke*
Hello?

Hello?
Echo?

Echo?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%28mythology%29

Wonderful, I'm going to go learn how to use nukes firsthand now! *skips away whistling "I'm a little teapot short and stout"*
Tell ya what, let's skip to the part where you get me the materials, and I start mass-producing them and selling them to third-world nations. Not that I know how to build one, or anything....
*shifty eyes*

*shrug* Aye, that's true. Well, it varies. Girl by girl basis. Dana, for example, is drop-dead gorgeous, while Ally is an intellectual equal.
*smiles and nods*
:confused:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%28mythology%29
That bitch.

what are the odds that she'll pick up a Glowing Aura to match her Glowing Personality. :D
Pretty good, I'll wager.

Huh? Oh, sorry. On the net, Tis you, Heather, Kate an' Megra I'm after. Back in Michigan (IRL), I've fallen for Loren, Allison (Ally), Farah, Dana, Erin and Sara.

And don't give me those looks. :p
I fell for an Erin....:(

Tell ya what, let's skip to the part where you get me the materials, and I start mass-producing them and selling them to third-world nations. Not that I know how to build one, or anything....
*shifty eyes*
Well, most of the stuff we can get anywhere...except enriched uranium or plutonium. I'll go see if I can cut a deal with the North Koreans. *nods and leaves*

When my mail-ordered penis gets here, THEN we'll have a match of egos. But in my current form, I'm afraid I can barely match egos with the humblest of men. And pointless flamebaiting is what I live for; they're a vital part of creating spam. :cool:
Actually, I have an exceptionally large ego, even for a male. You're just lucky you haven't spontaneously combusted so far.:D

Well, most of the stuff we can get anywhere...except enriched uranium or plutonium. I'll go see if I can cut a deal with the North Koreans. *nods and leaves*
:eek: No, no, no, no! Try Uzbekistan. Jesus Christ! What are you trying to do, woman, bring the whole international community down on me!?

:eek: No, no, no, no! Try Uzbekistan. Jesus Christ! What are you trying to do, woman, bring the whole international community down on me!?
Kim Il-Jong and I are buddies. I have no clue who the leader of Uzbekistan is.

:eek: No, no, no, no! Try Uzbekistan. Jesus Christ! What are you trying to do, woman, bring the whole international community down on me!?
don't you want the whole international community to go down on you?

:eek: No, no, no, no! Try Uzbekistan. Jesus Christ! What are you trying to do, woman, bring the whole international community down on me!?
She makes babies cry.

Take it as a compliment, that's what it is.
Yeah, I was just trying to say that you're rather pleasant to read. Your posts make you out to be as beautiful as you are. That sort of cliche, but true, stuff.

Kim Il-Jong and I are buddies. I have no clue who the leader of Uzbekistan is.
Islam Karimov

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam_Karimov

Grills a great steak.

She makes babies cry.
I know. :D Babies are all scared of me. In fact, even YOU are scared of me. Admit it, Ruffy. I know your deepest and darkest secrets.

I know. :D Babies are all scared of me. In fact, even YOU are scared of me. Admit it, Ruffy. I know your deepest and darkest secrets.
hah, if you knew my deepest darkest secrets, you would be running from ME. :D

Kim Il-Jong and I are buddies. I have no clue who the leader of Uzbekistan is.
No names = better:rolleyes:
There is no leader of Uzbekistan. Not really anyway. What we want are one of the old militant factions that made off with lots of the USSR's old nukes and hasn't sold them all on the black market.

don't you want the whole international community to go down on you?
Nah. 'Fraid I don't swing that way. Any way implied by that, actually. You must have missed my post about loyalty.

I know. :D Babies are all scared of me. In fact, even YOU are scared of me. Admit it, Ruffy. I know your deepest and darkest secrets.
You know my secrets, eh?

Tell me what I did to the harmed baby bird that I found in my back yard then.

hah, if you knew my deepest darkest secrets, you would be running from ME. :D
Darn, now I want to know what your deepest and darkest secrets are... uh, wanna tell me? please? :p

She makes babies cry.
No frickin' kidding.

No names = better:rolleyes:
There is no leader of Uzbekistan. Not really anyway. What we want are one of the old militant factions that made off with lots of the USSR's old nukes and hasn't sold them all on the black market.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam_Karimov

No names = better:rolleyes:
There is no leader of Uzbekistan. Not really anyway. What we want are one of the old militant factions that made off with lots of the USSR's old nukes and hasn't sold them all on the black market.
*takes detour to Uzbekistan*

I know what my ideal job is now: a spy doubling as a weaponary negotiator :p

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam_Karimov
Ruffy, Kill the large fonts please. they screw up the display settings.

hah, if you knew my deepest darkest secrets, you would be running from ME. :D
If any of you knew my deepest, darkest secrets, you'd all be laughing about how pathetic I am....Awww, not cool....:(

*takes detour to Uzbekistan*

I know what my ideal job is now: a spy doubling as a weaponary negotiator :p
weapon inspector
"Right... you're not suppose to have these... I'll just confiscate them!"

You know my secrets, eh?

Tell me what I did to the harmed baby bird that I found in my back yard then.
You killed it, cooked it, and ate it with a bottle of vodka.

Ruffy, Kill the large fonts please. they screw up the display settings.
You must have a really small screen.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Islam_Karimov
Doesn't matter. The government still doesn't have control of all the rogue elements. Those are the ones we need, not the damned figurehead. You really don't know anything about buying surplus nukes, do you?

You killed it, cooked it, and ate it with a bottle of vodka.
With an ice pick :p

Fuck! You were right!

*runs*

If any of you knew my deepest, darkest secrets, you'd all be laughing about how pathetic I am....Awww, not cool....:(
Whatever embarrassing secret you have, I'm sure there are people 100 times worse off. I should tell you about my visit to China and the internet cafes there.

*takes detour to Uzbekistan*

I know what my ideal job is now: a spy doubling as a weaponary negotiator :p
Negotiator, thief...it's all really the same thing anyway.:D

Darn, now I want to know what your deepest and darkest secrets are... uh, wanna tell me? please? :p
uh... sure why not...
*leans in close and whispers *
can you keep a secret? cuz I can!;)

weapon inspector
"Right... you're not suppose to have these... I'll just confiscate them!"
Wow, that's even better. Maybe we shouldn't talk about this anymore. Just in case....

Doesn't matter. The government still doesn't have control of all the rogue elements. Those are the ones we need, not the damned figurehead. You really don't know anything about buying surplus nukes, do you?
I go through my contacts in Cuba. They bought up all the nukes that were around in the 60s. Really great prices, plus they have a new prototype coming out June 5th.

Whatever embarrassing secret you have, I'm sure there are people 100 times worse off. I should tell you about my visit to China and the internet cafes there.
I didn't say it was embarrassing. I'm just pathetic. Really, really, really, really pathetic. My dark secrets are noon-time shadows compared to others. But the fact that they qualify as my dark secrets really is what defines me as pathetic.

I go through my contacts in Cuba. They bought up all the nukes that were around in the 60s. Really great prices, plus they have a new prototype coming out June 5th.
I didn't think so. Lesson #1: YOU CAN'T BUY NEW PROTOTYPES FROM THIRD-WORLD COUNTRIES. You really should give up while you're behind.

Our grotto’s annual camping and caving weekend, (W.I.G.-Out) was on the weekend of May 31- Jun. 1st. We had planned on holding it this year at Stagestop Campground, in the Wyandotte Woods area of the Harrison-Crawford State Forest. This is near Corydon, IN., about as far south in Indiana as you can go without crossing the Ohio River, and is about 25 miles from Louisville, KY. Notice that I said “had planned”.
Well, something came up. We got there Fri., and set up camp that evening. The next morning, we had finally decided that our first cave we’d do was Devils’ Graveyard Cave, a short, but very pretty cave some 20 miles or so from base camp. We got there around 10 a.m. Sat., talked to the landowner and got the key to the gate, and walked down to the cave. My day was about to end in pretty short order. There were six of us, all told, and we began to get in the cave. The entrance to Devils’ Graveyard Cave is a vertical offset short pit, just a small climb down that leads to a small room under the gated entrance.
What had happened was I was the next to last to enter the cave, and was midway getting in when the gate had then suddenly and unexpectedly come down on my left hand, which was on the frame to the gate. What this did was sever my little finger, and rupture the arteries in the two middle fingers and lacerate the forefinger. It probably would have gotten my head, too, if not for the fact that I had a helmet on, which also minimized to some unknown extent, no doubt, the amount of damage the other three fingers received, not to mention my head. Well, I knew I had hurt my hand, but not how much. I had pushed the gate back up off of my head and started to climb out again, when Shavon Peacock (the only other one of us still out) started in with an “Oh, my goodness!”. Then I looked. What I saw was my little finger, on backwards, against my palm, and hanging on by a shred of skin. I could see the bone, rather neatly, cut in half. Cool. The reason I wasn’t initially alarmed when the gate had come down, was that it didn’t hurt as bad as you would have thought. It was sort of a non-focused sort of burning sensation covering the left side of my left hand. Well, I then immediately clamped my right hand onto my wrist to stanch the blood flow and started up with a mantra of “I gotta get to the hospital, I gotta get to the hospital.”, and started down the hill back to the cars we had left parked up the road some 500 feet or so back at the landowners’ house. Shavon cranked up her own personal panic level by progressing to an “Oh, my God!”, and that was the last I had seen or heard of her for awhile. Bryan Eismeier, another one of us that had already entered the cave popped out, and caught up with me by the time I had gotten back down to the road. The guy is like 20 or so, and a former Eagle Scout, who started to give me the twenty questions routine, which, having been through a first aid course myself, I had recognized as an attempt to keep me alert. Which for some reason amused the hell out of me at the time. Hey, you gotta get your amusement where you can find it, particularly in a situation such as this. By the time we had gotten back to the cars, Brian Dougherty had caught me up and volunteered to drive me to the hospital. Brian was the squeamish sort, so as he drove, he looked everywhere but at my hand, which I had by now had all wrapped up in a little white towel that I had in my caving pack. Brian tried following the directions the landowner had given us to get back, and somehow steered us in the opposite direction of the nearest hospital in Corydon, down toward the river bottoms. So I left my reveries, got us back on the right track, and took personal charge of navigating our way in to Corydon, thinking that the odds were good if I left him to his own devices, we’d wind up somewhere really bizarre and miles away from the nearest hospital, and with me dead from blood loss. I generally have a pretty good sense of direction, and it was an area I was at least partially familiar with. Where we were headed was an entire area with nothing but westbound dead ends, all terminating at Indian Creek. Nope. That wouldn’t do, not at all. So anyway.
We finally arrived at Corydon, and the Harrison County Hospital. We (Brian and I) checked into Emergency and I got a shot of tetanus, and morphine, which I heartily recommend, by the way, if you ever have the misfortune to have your finger amputated. Really good stuff. And I started expressing a desire to notify the wife, which Brian took charge of.
Brian, in his first call, told the wife that I had a bad cut, and needed stitches. This didn’t alarm her too overmuch. Then, in his second call, he then had told her that I had a Really Bad Cut. This might have been due to the fact that he didn’t want to look at me much while en route, perhaps. God knows. But then finally Shavon and Andrew arrived at the hospital, and one of them had loaned me their cel phone to use so I then called the wife and had told her in exquisitely gory detail, the nature of my injuries. Now, having the right information, she became alarmed and began to rip ass her way across Southern Indiana en route to the hospital I now knew was my ultimate destination, Jewish Hospital, in Louisville. I kinda chilled out there in Corydon awhile, waiting on the ambulance to take me there, which for some reason, took an an hour and a half, then at 1:30, having finally found the right sort of EMT’s to take me there, we left. My first ambulance ride. Wheeee.
At Jewish Hospital, I met a multitude of persons who all asked the same damn questions over and over. How did it happen, what was the nature of the injuries, what kind of drugs did you have in your system, how long since your last meal, blah blah blah, ad nauseum. Mostly I just laid down on the cot and looked up at the ceiling, and my little rectangular view out the door of my little cubicle. Then I had a brief jaunt down to radiology, where they took a couple of pictures of The Hand, which was kinda cool too, because the X-Rays of it showed the little finger with a kind of halo midway up the little finger and with no finger past that point. But being a bit of a smart ass, I had to ask the technician, that if X-Rays were so darn safe, then why did she have to run and hide behind a metal shield every time she took a picture? Which she answered, after laughing, very professionally. Her supervisor would have been proud. I’ll tell you what she said later, if you are really interested, but being an old hand at hospital trips like you are, you probably already know the answer to that one. Well, I had to wait for the surgery until six hours had passed from my last meal, which was at 3:30 thereabouts, so that I couldn’t barf all over the surgeon while working on me, I guess. By this time, my two middle fingers were turning gray and cold and I began to worry more about them than I did about the little half finger. They gave me some Demerol, there in the operating room, and some 30 secs. or so later, I was out. I only know this because the next thing that I remember after I woke up, was them casting my entire left arm. By this time, (6:00 p.m.) the wife had arrived and we all went up to my room, where I spent the next two days, being poked and prodded, and being asked a new battery of stupid questions over and over again and having to pee into a portable plastic urinal endlessly, for the first day. The wife was awfully nice about helping me with this little task, though. God love her. I still wasn’t allowed any liquids or food the first 24 hours, so the endless urinal breaks were a complete mystery to me, until it was explained that I was getting all the ammunition for the multiple urinal breaks from my IV bags. Personally, I don’t think I needed that much glucose as much, but rather it was their own little way of motivating you to get up and get mobile again so they could get their bed back ASAP.
So, in a nutshell, what my injuries were, in total was (and all to my left hand), and what they did to the aforementioned parts;
1) Forefinger (stitches, 10 or so.)
2) Bird finger and next in line (reconstructive vascular surgery on both), and,
3) Little finger (reattached, with pins in it to hold it together).
I am supposed to go back to Jewish Hospital tomorrow, (Jun. 26th), for my next appointment, my second, this will be four weeks since the accident, and I am hopeful the pins will come out then. At my first appointment, they took the cast off, and I had my first good look at it since they wrapped my hand up in one big gauzy ball at Harrison County Hospital. I took pictures of it for the eldest female offspring with my new digital camera to at least partially to make up for all the cool pictures I would have taken at WIG-Out, had I not been removed from the equation so quickly. That and the eldest female offspring is kind of a ghoul, and actually wanted to see the wounded fingers in all their gory glory. Ewwww.

I didn't say it was embarrassing. I'm just pathetic. Really, really, really, really pathetic. My dark secrets are noon-time shadows compared to others. But the fact that they qualify as my dark secrets really is what defines me as pathetic.
Do you spend every waking moment of your life in a computer lab playing World of Warcraft getting fat and stupid and alienating all of your family and friends? That's what I'd call pathetic.

uh... sure why not...
*leans in close and whispers *
can you keep a secret? cuz I can!;)
:(

Darn. I thought I could've gotten useful blackmail material for a second there. :p

I didn't think so. Lesson #1: YOU CAN'T BUY NEW PROTOTYPES FROM THIRD-WORLD COUNTRIES. You really should give up while you're behind.
Who said I was going through the government?

Ewwww.Ow... Ow.... Ow... Ow.... Oww...

:(

Darn. I thought I could've gotten useful blackmail material for a second there. :p
you just need to stop by in person. ;)

Our grotto’s annual camping and caving weekend, (W.I.G.-Out) was on the weekend of May 31- Jun. 1st. We had planned on holding it this year at Stagestop Campground, in the Wyandotte Woods area of the Harrison-Crawford State Forest. This is near Corydon, IN., about as far south in Indiana as you can go without crossing the Ohio River, and is about 25 miles from Louisville, KY. Notice that I said “had planned”.
Well, something came up. We got there Fri., and set up camp that evening. The next morning, we had finally decided that our first cave we’d do was Devils’ Graveyard Cave, a short, but very pretty cave some 20 miles or so from base camp. We got there around 10 a.m. Sat., talked to the landowner and got the key to the gate, and walked down to the cave. My day was about to end in pretty short order. There were six of us, all told, and we began to get in the cave. The entrance to Devils’ Graveyard Cave is a vertical offset short pit, just a small climb down that leads to a small room under the gated entrance.
What had happened was I was the next to last to enter the cave, and was midway getting in when the gate had then suddenly and unexpectedly come down on my left hand, which was on the frame to the gate. What this did was sever my little finger, and rupture the arteries in the two middle fingers and lacerate the forefinger. It probably would have gotten my head, too, if not for the fact that I had a helmet on, which also minimized to some unknown extent, no doubt, the amount of damage the other three fingers received, not to mention my head. Well, I knew I had hurt my hand, but not how much. I had pushed the gate back up off of my head and started to climb out again, when Shavon Peacock (the only other one of us still out) started in with an “Oh, my goodness!”. Then I looked. What I saw was my little finger, on backwards, against my palm, and hanging on by a shred of skin. I could see the bone, rather neatly, cut in half. Cool. The reason I wasn’t initially alarmed when the gate had come down, was that it didn’t hurt as bad as you would have thought. It was sort of a non-focused sort of burning sensation covering the left side of my left hand. Well, I then immediately clamped my right hand onto my wrist to stanch the blood flow and started up with a mantra of “I gotta get to the hospital, I gotta get to the hospital.”, and started down the hill back to the cars we had left parked up the road some 500 feet or so back at the landowners’ house. Shavon cranked up her own personal panic level by progressing to an “Oh, my God!”, and that was the last I had seen or heard of her for awhile. Bryan Eismeier, another one of us that had already entered the cave popped out, and caught up with me by the time I had gotten back down to the road. The guy is like 20 or so, and a former Eagle Scout, who started to give me the twenty questions routine, which, having been through a first aid course myself, I had recognized as an attempt to keep me alert. Which for some reason amused the hell out of me at the time. Hey, you gotta get your amusement where you can find it, particularly in a situation such as this. By the time we had gotten back to the cars, Brian Dougherty had caught me up and volunteered to drive me to the hospital. Brian was the squeamish sort, so as he drove, he looked everywhere but at my hand, which I had by now had all wrapped up in a little white towel that I had in my caving pack. Brian tried following the directions the landowner had given us to get back, and somehow steered us in the opposite direction of the nearest hospital in Corydon, down toward the river bottoms. So I left my reveries, got us back on the right track, and took personal charge of navigating our way in to Corydon, thinking that the odds were good if I left him to his own devices, we’d wind up somewhere really bizarre and miles away from the nearest hospital, and with me dead from blood loss. I generally have a pretty good sense of direction, and it was an area I was at least partially familiar with. Where we were headed was an entire area with nothing but westbound dead ends, all terminating at Indian Creek. Nope. That wouldn’t do, not at all. So anyway.
We finally arrived at Corydon, and the Harrison County Hospital. We (Brian and I) checked into Emergency and I got a shot of tetanus, and morphine, which I heartily recommend, by the way, if you ever have the misfortune to have your finger amputated. Really good stuff. And I started expressing a desire to notify the wife, which Brian took charge of.
Brian, in his first call, told the wife that I had a bad cut, and needed stitches. This didn’t alarm her too overmuch. Then, in his second call, he then had told her that I had a Really Bad Cut. This might have been due to the fact that he didn’t want to look at me much while en route, perhaps. God knows. But then finally Shavon and Andrew arrived at the hospital, and one of them had loaned me their cel phone to use so I then called the wife and had told her in exquisitely gory detail, the nature of my injuries. Now, having the right information, she became alarmed and began to rip ass her way across Southern Indiana en route to the hospital I now knew was my ultimate destination, Jewish Hospital, in Louisville. I kinda chilled out there in Corydon awhile, waiting on the ambulance to take me there, which for some reason, took an an hour and a half, then at 1:30, having finally found the right sort of EMT’s to take me there, we left. My first ambulance ride. Wheeee.
At Jewish Hospital, I met a multitude of persons who all asked the same damn questions over and over. How did it happen, what was the nature of the injuries, what kind of drugs did you have in your system, how long since your last meal, blah blah blah, ad nauseum. Mostly I just laid down on the cot and looked up at the ceiling, and my little rectangular view out the door of my little cubicle. Then I had a brief jaunt down to radiology, where they took a couple of pictures of The Hand, which was kinda cool too, because the X-Rays of it showed the little finger with a kind of halo midway up the little finger and with no finger past that point. But being a bit of a smart ass, I had to ask the technician, that if X-Rays were so darn safe, then why did she have to run and hide behind a metal shield every time she took a picture? Which she answered, after laughing, very professionally. Her supervisor would have been proud. I’ll tell you what she said later, if you are really interested, but being an old hand at hospital trips like you are, you probably already know the answer to that one. Well, I had to wait for the surgery until six hours had passed from my last meal, which was at 3:30 thereabouts, so that I couldn’t barf all over the surgeon while working on me, I guess. By this time, my two middle fingers were turning gray and cold and I began to worry more about them than I did about the little half finger. They gave me some Demerol, there in the operating room, and some 30 secs. or so later, I was out. I only know this because the next thing that I remember after I woke up, was them casting my entire left arm. By this time, (6:00 p.m.) the wife had arrived and we all went up to my room, where I spent the next two days, being poked and prodded, and being asked a new battery of stupid questions over and over again and having to pee into a portable plastic urinal endlessly, for the first day. The wife was awfully nice about helping me with this little task, though. God love her. I sill wasn’t allowed any liquids or food the first 24 hours, so the endless urinal breaks were a complete mystery to me, until it was explained that I was getting all the ammunition for the multiple urinal breaks from my IV bags. Personally, I don’t think I needed that much glucose as much, but rather it was their own little way of motivating you to get up and get mobile again so they could get their bed back ASAP.
So, in a nutshell, what my injuries were, in total was (and all to my left hand), and what they did to the aforementioned parts;
1) Forefinger (stitches, 10 or so.)
2) Bird finger and next in line (reconstructive vascular surgery on both), and,
3) Little finger (reattached, with pins in it to hold it together).
I am supposed to go back to Jewish Hospital tomorrow, (Jun. 26th), for my next appointment, my second, this will be four weeks since the accident, and I am hopeful the pins will come out then. At my first appointment, they took the cast off, and I had my first good look at it since they wrapped my hand up in one big gauzy ball at Harrison County Hospital. I took pictures of it for the eldest female offspring with my new digital camera to at least partially to make up for all the cool pictures I would have taken at WIG-Out, had I not been removed from the equation so quickly. That and the eldest female offspring is kind of a ghoul, and actually wanted to see the wounded fingers in all their gory glory. Ewwww.
ROFL
Great story!

Do you spend every waking moment of your life in a computer lab playing World of Warcraft getting fat and stupid and alienating all of your family and friends? That's what I'd call pathetic.
Nope. Mine go back to before my computer days. All I did was read. School was nothing because they couldn't teach me what I already knew. At the time, though, I really had no friends and only nominally a family. those aren't the secrets, but that's the setting from which the secrets developed. Now's the part where you lose still more interest and just stop replying to any posts related to my pathetic secrets.

*snip*
OUCH! Your fingers almost fell off and they didn't hurt? My god...*wince*

Who said I was going through the government?
Who said I said you were going through the government?

you just need to stop by in person. ;)
hm...Hawaii, eh? Always wanted to go there for summer vacation, actually. You're lucky you live at such a great tourist spot. :)

OUCH! Your fingers almost fell off and they didn't hurt? My god...*wince*

Oh it hurt, alright. It just didn't hurt as much as I had thought it would. It mostly just felt like I had dipped my hand in scalding hot water. It just wasn't the thunderbolt of incapacitating pain you would've thought it was.

P.S. This story is now close to three years old. My formerly severed little finger is just fine, though it was reattached somewhat crookedly. I didn't complain.

hm...Hawaii, eh? Always wanted to go there for summer vacation, actually. You're lucky you live at such a great tourist spot. :)
yep... too bad everything needs to be shipped in. so that raises the price just a teeny bit. :cool:

yep... too bad everything needs to be shipped in. so that raises the price just a teeny bit. :cool:
It can't be everything. I'm sure you guys don't need coconuts shipped in, right? :p

PS. I've always wondered at this, but why is the N in your name capitalized?

yep... too bad everything needs to be shipped in. so that raises the price just a teeny bit. :cool:

What part of Hawaii? I was just there last summer on a cruise boat. Loved it. And is there any truth to the rumor that your state motto is.....

Haka Tiki Mou Sha'ami Leeki Toru - Mahalo
(Death to Mainland Scum, But Leave Your Money, Thank You.)

It can't be everything. I'm sure you guys don't need coconuts shipped in, right? :p

PS. I've always wondered at this, but why is the N in your name capitalized?
just a quirk. :D

my first nation was called Ichi Ni (1 and 2 in japanese)
when that nation went bust, I combined the numbers and became Jyuni (12 in japanese.) and because I like weird and unusual spellings. JuNii

What part of Hawaii? I was just there last summer on a cruise boat. Loved it. And is there any truth to the rumor that your state motto is.....

Haka Tiki Mou Sha'ami Leeki Toru - Mahalo
(Death to Mainland Scum, But Leave Your Money, Thank You.)
I live in Honolulu.

and no, well depending on who you ask. some Hawaiian radicals will say yes.

but our motto is actually.
Ua mau ke ea o ka aina I ka pono
The life of the land is perpetuated in righteousness

just a quirk. :D

my first nation was called Ichi Ni (1 and 2 in japanese)
when that nation went bust, I combined the numbers and became Jyuni (12 in japanese.) and because I like weird and unusual spellings. JuNii
huh...how the hell do you pronounce it then? Every time I look at it I feel like I have to put emphasis on the Ni part because the N's capitalized...

I live in Honolulu.

and no, well depending on who you ask. some Hawaiian radicals will say yes.

but our motto is actually.
Ua mau ke ea o ka aina I ka pono
The life of the land is perpetuated in righteousness

Did you have to disappoint us? I really liked the other one. :)

speaking of Hawaii.

I know alot of you have heard of the people here believing in ghosts and spirits. well I got a couple of stories that made me a believer.

1) My cousin owned a resturant in one of our smaller shopping centers. Next door, there is a community theater that sits in a cemetary. one year, the theater was undergoing renovations. and during this time, very weird things were happening in his restruant. Customers appearing and dissapearing without a trace (and without ordering so they wern't stealing anything) he's seen people sitting in booths way after closing. and so did several others. the people just smiled and seem to enjoy the quiet resturant. (which would be a change from all the construction noise at the theatre.) the visitations stopped the day construction did.

2) this happened to me. there is a Boy Scout camp up in the mountains. one night several of us (4) were camping there over the weekend, and for shits and giggles, we pulled out a tape recorder, opened a brand new tape (unwrapped it) and popped it in. we just talked about anything and everything. no real conversation.

the next day, we played that tape... and we all sat there listening... and all wondering the same thing. who was the 5th voice on that tape? no matter how many times we replayed that tape, no matter how high we cranked that volume, we could not identify that fifth voice that was chanting in Hawaiian.

we just took the tape out of the recorder... and buried it up in the hills.

huh...how the hell do you pronounce it then? Every time I look at it I feel like I have to put emphasis on the Ni part because the N's capitalized...
Jyuni
Jyu = Jew (but place a soft 'y' sound just before the "ew")
Ni = Knee

Did you have to disappoint us? I really liked the other one. :)
sorry I won't support the views of those radicals... even at the cost of a joke.

huh...how the hell do you pronounce it then? Every time I look at it I feel like I have to put emphasis on the Ni part because the N's capitalized...
And I just look right past yor name without even thinking about how it's pronounced. Too many syllables for my simple mind to take in. :confused:

actually the easier and close enough way to pronounce it is
Jyu = Ju (as in June)
Nii = Knee

Ever played around with a Ouiji board? Those things are creepy. We actually played around with one in my psychology class a couple of years ago.

My friend brought in her ouiji board, which, according to her, was actually mor ethan 100 years old. The whole class (it wasn't a very big class) gathered around the board and two people put their hands on the needle and we started asking it questions. Of course, the needle starts moving. I've played with Ouiji boards before, even by myself. Apparently you need two people with their hands on the needle at the same time for it to move, but I was playing around with it one day, and the needle moved by itself with only my hands on it. I swear I was not pushing it at all. I actually took my hands completely off for a second and it moved by itself.

Anyway, we asked it its age, its name, how it died, etc etc etc. The age made sense, but we couldn't pronounce its name and it never finished spelling out how it died, because the bell rang. The last question we asked it was "Can we leave now", and the needle shot straight to "no". It was moving so fast that it kind of creeped me out. We left anyway, and after leaving that classroom, I remembered that day was a Friday the 13th.

And I just look right past yor name without even thinking about how it's pronounced. Too many syllables for my simple mind to take in. :confused:
perhaps I should've put spaces in it...La Dame Sans Merci, from a John Keats poem titled La Belle Dame Sans Merci (http://www.bartleby.com/126/55.html)

Ever played around with a Ouiji board? Those things are creepy. We actually played around with one in my psychology class a couple of years ago.

My friend brought in her ouiji board, which, according to her, was actually mor ethan 100 years old. The whole class (it wasn't a very big class) gathered around the board and two people put their hands on the needle and we started asking it questions. Of course, the needle starts moving. I've played with Ouiji boards before, even by myself. Apparently you need two people with their hands on the needle at the same time for it to move, but I was playing around with it one day, and the needle moved by itself with only my hands on it. I swear I was not pushing it at all. I actually took my hands completely off for a second and it moved by itself.

Anyway, we asked it its age, its name, how it died, etc etc etc. The age made sense, but we couldn't pronounce its name and it never finished spelling out how it died, because the bell rang. The last question we asked it was "Can we leave now", and the needle shot straight to "no". It was moving so fast that it kind of creeped me out. We left anyway, and after leaving that classroom, I remembered that day was a Friday the 13th.
some reason, I feel relieved that you couldn't pronounce it's name. :eek:

(it's 2 syllables... 3 times shorter than yours.) :D
Yeah I said I was simple...:rolleyes:
Actually I was talking about Ladamesansmerci, but now that you mention it, my name is rather long. It is too seperate words though.

go inquire at your local hospitals... At ours, the census (number of patients) hits max on Friaday the 13th and when there's a full moon.

Yeah I said I was simple...:rolleyes:
Actually I was talking about Ladamesansmerci, but now that you mention it, my name is rather long. It is too seperate words though.
:headbang: yeah, I just realized that and deleted that post. :D :D

huh...how the hell do you pronounce it then? Every time I look at it I feel like I have to put emphasis on the Ni part because the N's capitalized...
Ju-Ni?

*smacks the canadian*

go inquire at your local hospitals... At ours, the census (number of patients) hits max on Friaday the 13th and when there's a full moon.
So witchcraft DOES have some root in fact after all...or maybe it's the wiccans cursing everybody during full moon for the fun of it. :p

and why are you relieved we couldn't pronounce its name? From what I can remember, ther were only 1 vowel in a name that was 7 letters long.

Yeah I said I was simple...:rolleyes:
Actually I was talking about Ladamesansmerci, but now that you mention it, my name is rather long. It is too seperate words though.

Oops! I said too instead of two. I did it on purpose though, I sometimes say stupid things just to give people a laugh. Honestly, it was intentional!

Yeah I said I was simple...:rolleyes:
Actually I was talking about Ladamesansmerci, but now that you mention it, my name is rather long. It is too seperate words though.
It's the HUGE names that annoy me.. Make the main page so ugly.

So witchcraft DOES have some root in fact after all...or maybe it's the wiccans cursing everybody during full moon for the fun of it. :p


That almost makes me want to turn wiccan! :)

So witchcraft DOES have some root in fact after all...or maybe it's the wiccans cursing everybody during full moon for the fun of it. :p

and why are you relieved we couldn't pronounce its name? From what I can remember, ther were only 1 vowel in a name that was 7 letters long.
you never heard of the power behind the name?

you never heard of the power behind the name?
Ah, that'd be it. I thought it was related to my incompetence to pronounce your name. Just ignore me and carry on.

That almost makes me want to turn wiccan! :)
Don't do it!

Ah, that'd be it. I thought it was related to my incompetence to pronounce your name. Just ignore me and carry on.
Always do. ;)

Ju-Ni?

*smacks the canadian*
:eek:

You racist! Stop discriminating against me for my canuck-ness. I don't discriminate against you because you're...uh....white!

Ju-Ni?

*smacks the canadian*
close enough.

That almost makes me want to turn wiccan! :)
Go for it. I even have the necessary tools for you to get started. You just have to find a covenant. ;)

:eek:

You racist! Stop discriminating against me for my canuck-ness. I don't discriminate against you because you're...uh....white!
yeah... if you're going to spank her at least make sure it's not because of her race!

:eek: errr did I say spank?

*hides paddle* :D

:eek:

You racist! Stop discriminating against me for my canuck-ness. I don't discriminate against you because you're...uh....white!
Just because you canadians are slow and stup... oh, wait, when you rule the world.. damn I really want that building.. and my titles..

You're right. I'm sorry.

*smacks self*

Just because you canadians are slow and stup... oh, wait, when you rule the world.. damn I really want that building.. and my titles..

You're right. I'm sorry.

*smacks self*
Mwahahahahahaha. I sentence you to be spanked by JuNii's paddle 20 times! ;)

Go for it. I even have the necessary tools for you to get started. You just have to find a covenant. ;)
May I *cough* show you *cough-cough* this? *coughs up blood* (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salem_witch_trials)

May I *cough* show you *cough-cough* this? *coughs up blood* (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salem_witch_trials)

I said almost...besides, a few years back I used to hang around with a group of pagan/wiccan types. They kind of put me of it...

Mwahahahahahaha. I sentence you to be spanked by JuNii's paddle 20 times! ;)
:eek:

Mwahahahahahaha. I sentence you to be spanked by JuNii's paddle 20 times! ;)
Heh heh...have fun guys! ;)

Mwahahahahahaha. I sentence you to be spanked by JuNii's paddle 20 times! ;)
hands paddle over to The Lady.

I said almost...besides, a few years back I used to hang around with a group of pagan/wiccan types. They kind of put me of it...
As long as you are a good christian lady, you're all good :)

hands paddle over to The Lady.
I say we take this to the beach club.. ;)

As long as you are a good christian lady, you're all good :)
You really don't know me at all! ;)

hands paddle over to The Lady.
:eek:

It seems I've been grossly misunderstood. I sentenced him to be spanked by JuNii's paddle 20 times BY JuNii. ;)

I'll be at the side watching with British Stereotypes. :D

Bad Dog No Biscuits
Aw, crap. I shoulda figured this'd happen. Look, seriously, it was a completely different sort of fluffle. You weren't here, and I'm graduating tomorrow, so I haven't had access to any teases. I was so depressed about that that I needed a few sympathy fluffles. That's all. You don't know me that well, and I realize that, but to me, loyalty is everything. Everything. I am very, very sorry for any confusion and anguish that may have caused you. Really, I am. I had no idea you'd be so upset.
"Sympathy fluffles"? Is that what they call them these days? Are you going to be one of the pets I have to house break? Do I need another one of those? *wonders while absent-mindedly toying with blouse buttons* Hm. Maybe not this week.

:eek:

It seems I've been grossly misunderstood. I sentenced him to be spanked by JuNii's paddle 20 times BY JuNii. ;)

I'll be at the side watching with British Stereotypes. :D

...with a video camera. ;)

:eek:

It seems I've been grossly misunderstood. I sentenced him to be spanked by JuNii's paddle 20 times BY JuNii. ;)

I'll be at the side watching with British Stereotypes. :Dsorry, your sentence was to be spanked by the paddle.

and sorry ruffy, but I don't love you that much. :D

I said almost...besides, a few years back I used to hang around with a group of pagan/wiccan types. They kind of put me of it...
Yeah, that skyclad stuff...yipes! :eek:

You really don't know me at all! ;)
:eek:

sorry, your sentence was to be spanked by the paddle.

and sorry ruffy, but I don't love you that much. :D
:rolleyes:

Yeah, that skyclad stuff...yipes! :eek:
I don't need to join some stupid religion just for an excuse to get naked. ;)

sorry, your sentence was to be spanked by the paddle.

and sorry ruffy, but I don't love you that much. :D
Yes, to be spanked by YOUR paddle, undoubtedly wielded by you. I'm sure British Stereotypes already has the video camera and tape ready, so you guys better get started. :p

I don't need to join some stupid religion just for an excuse to get naked. ;)
Tell me about it. A group of people get naked in a room to worship fertility deities, and all they can think to do is stand in a circle and wave props at each other? :rolleyes: Another argument against organized religion.

Yes, to be spanked by YOUR paddle, undoubtedly wielded by you. I'm sure British Stereotypes already has the video camera and tape ready, so you guys better get started. :p
ahh. but your sentence was to be... oh frack it. if I spank him, can I take you out to dinner later then?

ahh. but your sentence was to be... oh frack it. if I spank him, can I take you out to dinner later then?
...:(

ahh. but your sentence was to be... oh frack it. if I spank him, can I take you out to dinner later then?
...deal.

*cackles secretly because she now has her blackmailing material anyway*

...deal.

*cackles secretly because she now has her blackmailing material anyway*

Cackles!? So you really are a witch, er...wiccan then. :eek:

Cackles!? So you really are a witch, er...wiccan then. :eek:
Nah, just evil. :D

...deal.

*cackles secretly because she now has her blackmailing material anyway*
great...
(goes to other room and dons mask and robes conceiling identity then comes back in)

*silently spanks Ruffy 20 times then leaves.*

*30 minutes later comes back dressed normally and sans paddle.*

*sits down and drinks a coke.*

You people bore me, going to get high now.

great...
(goes to other room and dons mask and robes conceiling identity then comes back in)

*silently spanks Ruffy 20 times then leaves.*

*30 minutes later comes back dressed normally and sans paddle.*

*sits down and drinks a coke.*
*bookmarks thread as written proof*

:D

*bookmarks thread as written proof*

:D
proof for what?

proof for what?
You can't pretend ignorance. I have proof! *maniacal laughter*

btw:
You people bore me, going to get high now.
burn on you and your spanking skills. :p

You can't pretend ignorance. I have proof! *maniacal laughter*

btw:

burn on you and your spanking skills. :pI never claimed to be great at spanking.

besides, how do you know it was me typing.

I never claimed to be great at spanking.

besides, how do you know it was me typing.
It doesn't matter. The post was attributed to your name, therefore, you are assumed to have typed the post. Even if it wasn't you, I can still blackmail you with it. ;)

It doesn't matter. The post was attributed to your name, therefore, you are assumed to have typed the post. Even if it wasn't you, I can still blackmail you with it. ;)
:eek: What are you going to blackmail him for?
Besides, he may not be ashamed of his antics with IL Ruffino!

It doesn't matter. The post was attributed to your name, therefore, you are assumed to have typed the post. Even if it wasn't you, I can still blackmail you with it. ;)
LOL

first... in order to blackmail me, the information must be something I want Hidden.

second. My posts on this thread showed that my desire was to spank YOU.

Third. there is nothing I have that you'ld want.

:eek: What are you going to blackmail him for?
Besides, he may not be ashamed of his antics with IL Ruffino!
BINGO!

:D :D :D :D

:eek: What are you going to blackmail him for?
Besides, he may not be ashamed of his antics with IL Ruffino!
Happy 200

Happy 200
*Pops Champaine*

*Pops Champaine*
Champagne*

Happy 200
seconded.

and grr...foiled again. I shall be back one day to cast my revenge, you just wait.

*Sets off a smoke bomb, attempts to disappear from the door, realizes the door's locked, and chokes because of the smoke*

seconded.

and grr...foiled again. I shall be back one day to cast my revenge, you just wait.

*Sets off a smoke bomb, attempts to disappear from the door, realizes the door's locked, and chokes because of the smoke*well... there's always Dinner. :D

Happy 200
And I've only been here what? 4 days?
You know, I was clean for nearly 2 years. And then I found NS, and now I can't stop posting. :( It's a bad addiction!

And I've only been here what? 4 days?
You know, I was clean for nearly 2 years. And then I found NS, and now I can't stop posting. :( It's a bad addiction!
We're all addicted to this place. Think of it as being more interesting than boredom...I guess...

seconded.

and grr...foiled again. I shall be back one day to cast my revenge, you just wait.

*Sets off a smoke bomb, attempts to disappear from the door, realizes the door's locked, and chokes because of the smoke*
Hmm.. leaving..

Random question time!

I saw you posted at 3pm my time today, no school?

I skipped today, slept, missed a final, and now I'm fucked because I didn't read that damn book, and I missed the review on friday, and only had today to review.. shit.

*looks through sparknotes*

And I've only been here what? 4 days?
You know, I was clean for nearly 2 years. And then I found NS, and now I can't stop posting. :( It's a bad addiction!
I had 100 posts with this name my first day.

We're all addicted to this place. Think of it as being more interesting than boredom...I guess...
I swear you canadians have problems..

I had 100 posts with this name my first day.
I'll have to try twice as hard then! :)

Hmm.. leaving..

Random question time!

I saw you posted at 3pm my time today, no school?

I skipped today, slept, missed a final, and now I'm fucked because I didn't read that damn book, and I missed the review on friday, and only had today to review.. shit.

*looks through sparknotes*
National holiday in Canada today: Victoria Day. I don't get why we still have a holiday honouring a deceased queen of England even though we have no ties to Britain anymore. I guess, being Canada, we want to hold on to every tiny bit of history we can possibly find. *sigh*

National holiday in Canada today: Victoria Day. I don't get why we still have a holiday honouring a deceased queen of England even though we have no ties to Britain anymore. I guess, being Canada, we want to hold on to every tiny bit of history we can possibly find. *sigh*
I hope you're not complaining.

National holiday in Canada today: Victoria Day. I don't get why we still have a holiday honouring a deceased queen of England even though we have no ties to Britain anymore. I guess, being Canada, we want to hold on to every tiny bit of history we can possibly find. *sigh*
That's no fair! We don't have Victoria day. :(

That's no fair! We don't have Victoria day. :(
I'd rather an Elizabeth I day.

I hope you're not complaining.
Of course not. I just think they should change the name to Pierre Trudeau day or something.

:confused: Confusion!:confused:
Care to explain the poke?
He was probably trying to invoke one of my favourites:

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/265.gif

BTW, i SURE HOPE there's some more medical anecdotes in y'all. I thought this thread died rather dignified ... *bows to Muravyets* ... but hmmm ...

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/265.gif

Of course not. I just think they should change the name to Pierre Trudeau day or something.
What about Terrence and Philip?

US memorial day is next week.

and yes, I'll be at work. :(

He was probably trying to invoke one of my favourites:

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/265.gif

BTW, i SURE HOPE there's some more medical anecdotes in y'all. I thought this thread died rather dignified ... *bows to Muravyets* ... but hmmm ...

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/265.gif
I have one, but I really don't feel like typing all of it with one hand :(

US memorial day is next week.

and yes, I'll be at work. :(
I don't have school that day :D

But--school ends that thursday :(

I hope my baby doesn't die.. I need it for fun.

I have one, but I really don't feel like typing all of it with one hand :(
You only have one hand!? :eek: How did that happen?

I don't have school that day :D

But--school ends that thursday :(

I hope my baby doesn't die.. I need it for fun.
I really hope you're speaking figuratively when you're talking about 'baby'. :eek:

I don't have school that day :D



Are you 12 or something? :confused:

You know my secrets, eh?

Tell me what I did to the harmed baby bird that I found in my back yard then.
See, THIS is wading back into anecdote territory ... medical, presumably!! :eek:

You only have one hand!? :eek: How did that happen?
They cut it off on friday. :(

I have one, but I really don't feel like typing all of it with one hand :(
I just KNEW something like that was gonna happen.
So how'd it go, anyway?

They cut it off on friday. :(
Really!? Did you get it filmed?

See, THIS is wading back into anecdote territory ... medical, presumably!! :eek:
speaking of wading... i had to fix a computer during someones operation.

imagine listening to the murmuring of the Doctors and nurses, then hearing large amounts of liquid splashing on the ground... then a wet plop or two.

all this time, no outburst, nothing to indicate that anything was out of the ordinary... Not like the time the patient woke up in the middle of his procedure...

after that I swore never to work on a pc during a procedure.

I really hope you're speaking figuratively when you're talking about 'baby'. :eek:
Baby (http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y79/Goomg/errmPLANTSyesLEGALPLANTS/new%20new%20new/)

Are you 12 or something? :confused:
16

:mad:

Baby (http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y79/Goomg/errmPLANTSyesLEGALPLANTS/new%20new%20new/)
awwww... looks familiar... what is it?

See, THIS is wading back into anecdote territory ... medical, presumably!! :eek:
Hacking a bird to pieces is medical terroitory? :eek:

Darn, now I want to know what your deepest and darkest secrets are... uh, wanna tell me? please? :p
I don't know why you stick with the innocuous smilies .... http://www.websmileys.com/sm/evil/612.gif

I just KNEW something like that was gonna happen.
So how'd it go, anyway?
:p

It went good, no pain at all, but I have this ugly cloth cast on now.. it's starting to smell :eek:

awwww... looks familiar... what is it?
It's.. an herb.

Hacking a bird to pieces is medical terroitory? :eek:
In the name of science it is! :eek:
WTF possessed you to do that, if you actually did, btw?

Really!? Did you get it filmed?
Yep :)

:p

It went good, no pain at all, but I have this ugly cloth cast on now.. it's starting to smell :eek:
Gotta give ya breathing room, ya know.
*thinks Simpsons episode where Milhouse gets the fork stuck in the cast*

In the name of science it is! :eek:
WTF possessed you to do that, if you actually did, btw?
It is?!

Oh, believe me, I did :D

And why I did it? I can't.. can't.. remember.

;) It's.. an herb.

It is?!

Oh, believe me, I did :D

And why I did it? I can't.. can't.. remember.

Did you film it? :rolleyes:

Gotta give ya breathing room, ya know.
*thinks Simpsons episode where Milhouse gets the fork stuck in the cast*
Meh.

Ohhh clicky! (http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y79/Goomg/other/guns/?action=view&current=19-05-06_2313.flv)

And la dame, I'm going to play with your pic. ;)

I didn't say it was embarrassing. I'm just pathetic. Really, really, really, really pathetic. My dark secrets are noon-time shadows compared to others. But the fact that they qualify as my dark secrets really is what defines me as pathetic.
What the ... :eek: don't go all flaccid on us!
*desperate :fluffle: *

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/sadhug_tweetz.gif

;)
:D

Did you film it? :rolleyes:
Yep :)

Our grotto’s annual camping and caving weekend, (W.I.G.-Out) was on the weekend of May 31- Jun. 1st. We had planned on holding it this year at Stagestop Campground, in the Wyandotte Woods area of the Harrison-Crawford State Forest. This is near Corydon, IN., about as far south in Indiana as you can go without crossing the Ohio River, and is about 25 miles from Louisville, KY. Notice that I said “had planned”.
Well, something came up. We got there Fri., and set up camp that evening. The next morning, we had finally decided that our first cave we’d do was Devils’ Graveyard Cave, a short, but very pretty cave some 20 miles or so from base camp. We got there around 10 a.m. Sat., talked to the landowner and got the key to the gate, and walked down to the cave. My day was about to end in pretty short order. There were six of us, all told, and we began to get in the cave. The entrance to Devils’ Graveyard Cave is a vertical offset short pit, just a small climb down that leads to a small room under the gated entrance.
What had happened was I was the next to last to enter the cave, and was midway getting in when the gate had then suddenly and unexpectedly come down on my left hand, which was on the frame to the gate. What this did was sever my little finger, and rupture the arteries in the two middle fingers and lacerate the forefinger. It probably would have gotten my head, too, if not for the fact that I had a helmet on, which also minimized to some unknown extent, no doubt, the amount of damage the other three fingers received, not to mention my head. Well, I knew I had hurt my hand, but not how much. I had pushed the gate back up off of my head and started to climb out again, when Shavon Peacock (the only other one of us still out) started in with an “Oh, my goodness!”. Then I looked. What I saw was my little finger, on backwards, against my palm, and hanging on by a shred of skin. I could see the bone, rather neatly, cut in half. Cool. The reason I wasn’t initially alarmed when the gate had come down, was that it didn’t hurt as bad as you would have thought. It was sort of a non-focused sort of burning sensation covering the left side of my left hand. Well, I then immediately clamped my right hand onto my wrist to stanch the blood flow and started up with a mantra of “I gotta get to the hospital, I gotta get to the hospital.”, and started down the hill back to the cars we had left parked up the road some 500 feet or so back at the landowners’ house. Shavon cranked up her own personal panic level by progressing to an “Oh, my God!”, and that was the last I had seen or heard of her for awhile. Bryan Eismeier, another one of us that had already entered the cave popped out, and caught up with me by the time I had gotten back down to the road. The guy is like 20 or so, and a former Eagle Scout, who started to give me the twenty questions routine, which, having been through a first aid course myself, I had recognized as an attempt to keep me alert. Which for some reason amused the hell out of me at the time. Hey, you gotta get your amusement where you can find it, particularly in a situation such as this. By the time we had gotten back to the cars, Brian Dougherty had caught me up and volunteered to drive me to the hospital. Brian was the squeamish sort, so as he drove, he looked everywhere but at my hand, which I had by now had all wrapped up in a little white towel that I had in my caving pack. Brian tried following the directions the landowner had given us to get back, and somehow steered us in the opposite direction of the nearest hospital in Corydon, down toward the river bottoms. So I left my reveries, got us back on the right track, and took personal charge of navigating our way in to Corydon, thinking that the odds were good if I left him to his own devices, we’d wind up somewhere really bizarre and miles away from the nearest hospital, and with me dead from blood loss. I generally have a pretty good sense of direction, and it was an area I was at least partially familiar with. Where we were headed was an entire area with nothing but westbound dead ends, all terminating at Indian Creek. Nope. That wouldn’t do, not at all. So anyway.
We finally arrived at Corydon, and the Harrison County Hospital. We (Brian and I) checked into Emergency and I got a shot of tetanus, and morphine, which I heartily recommend, by the way, if you ever have the misfortune to have your finger amputated. Really good stuff. And I started expressing a desire to notify the wife, which Brian took charge of.
Brian, in his first call, told the wife that I had a bad cut, and needed stitches. This didn’t alarm her too overmuch. Then, in his second call, he then had told her that I had a Really Bad Cut. This might have been due to the fact that he didn’t want to look at me much while en route, perhaps. God knows. But then finally Shavon and Andrew arrived at the hospital, and one of them had loaned me their cel phone to use so I then called the wife and had told her in exquisitely gory detail, the nature of my injuries. Now, having the right information, she became alarmed and began to rip ass her way across Southern Indiana en route to the hospital I now knew was my ultimate destination, Jewish Hospital, in Louisville. I kinda chilled out there in Corydon awhile, waiting on the ambulance to take me there, which for some reason, took an an hour and a half, then at 1:30, having finally found the right sort of EMT’s to take me there, we left. My first ambulance ride. Wheeee.
At Jewish Hospital, I met a multitude of persons who all asked the same damn questions over and over. How did it happen, what was the nature of the injuries, what kind of drugs did you have in your system, how long since your last meal, blah blah blah, ad nauseum. Mostly I just laid down on the cot and looked up at the ceiling, and my little rectangular view out the door of my little cubicle. Then I had a brief jaunt down to radiology, where they took a couple of pictures of The Hand, which was kinda cool too, because the X-Rays of it showed the little finger with a kind of halo midway up the little finger and with no finger past that point. But being a bit of a smart ass, I had to ask the technician, that if X-Rays were so darn safe, then why did she have to run and hide behind a metal shield every time she took a picture? Which she answered, after laughing, very professionally. Her supervisor would have been proud. I’ll tell you what she said later, if you are really interested, but being an old hand at hospital trips like you are, you probably already know the answer to that one. Well, I had to wait for the surgery until six hours had passed from my last meal, which was at 3:30 thereabouts, so that I couldn’t barf all over the surgeon while working on me, I guess. By this time, my two middle fingers were turning gray and cold and I began to worry more about them than I did about the little half finger. They gave me some Demerol, there in the operating room, and some 30 secs. or so later, I was out. I only know this because the next thing that I remember after I woke up, was them casting my entire left arm. By this time, (6:00 p.m.) the wife had arrived and we all went up to my room, where I spent the next two days, being poked and prodded, and being asked a new battery of stupid questions over and over again and having to pee into a portable plastic urinal endlessly, for the first day. The wife was awfully nice about helping me with this little task, though. God love her. I still wasn’t allowed any liquids or food the first 24 hours, so the endless urinal breaks were a complete mystery to me, until it was explained that I was getting all the ammunition for the multiple urinal breaks from my IV bags. Personally, I don’t think I needed that much glucose as much, but rather it was their own little way of motivating you to get up and get mobile again so they could get their bed back ASAP.
So, in a nutshell, what my injuries were, in total was (and all to my left hand), and what they did to the aforementioned parts;
1) Forefinger (stitches, 10 or so.)
2) Bird finger and next in line (reconstructive vascular surgery on both), and,
3) Little finger (reattached, with pins in it to hold it together).
I am supposed to go back to Jewish Hospital tomorrow, (Jun. 26th), for my next appointment, my second, this will be four weeks since the accident, and I am hopeful the pins will come out then. At my first appointment, they took the cast off, and I had my first good look at it since they wrapped my hand up in one big gauzy ball at Harrison County Hospital. I took pictures of it for the eldest female offspring with my new digital camera to at least partially to make up for all the cool pictures I would have taken at WIG-Out, had I not been removed from the equation so quickly. That and the eldest female offspring is kind of a ghoul, and actually wanted to see the wounded fingers in all their gory glory. Ewwww.Hey Myo! I was wondering when you were gonna show up! :)


EDIT:BTW, go ahead and give the bolded part, if you like!

Meh.

Ohhh clicky! (http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y79/Goomg/other/guns/?action=view&current=19-05-06_2313.flv)
It won't load .. :(

Meh.

Ohhh clicky! (http://s3.photobucket.com/albums/y79/Goomg/other/guns/?action=view&current=19-05-06_2313.flv)

And la dame, I'm going to play with your pic. ;)OK Ruffy... you look very familiar... got any relatives in Hawaii?

It won't load .. :(
It should.. *thinks*

What the ... :eek: don't go all flaccid on us!
*desperate :fluffle: *

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/sadhug_tweetz.gif
ewww bad choice of words...

Mommy make the image in my head go away! :headbang: :headbang: :headbang:

speaking of Hawaii.

I know alot of you have heard of the people here believing in ghosts and spirits. well I got a couple of stories that made me a believer.

1) My cousin owned a resturant in one of our smaller shopping centers. Next door, there is a community theater that sits in a cemetary. one year, the theater was undergoing renovations. and during this time, very weird things were happening in his restruant. Customers appearing and dissapearing without a trace (and without ordering so they wern't stealing anything) he's seen people sitting in booths way after closing. and so did several others. the people just smiled and seem to enjoy the quiet resturant. (which would be a change from all the construction noise at the theatre.) the visitations stopped the day construction did.

2) this happened to me. there is a Boy Scout camp up in the mountains. one night several of us (4) were camping there over the weekend, and for shits and giggles, we pulled out a tape recorder, opened a brand new tape (unwrapped it) and popped it in. we just talked about anything and everything. no real conversation.

the next day, we played that tape... and we all sat there listening... and all wondering the same thing. who was the 5th voice on that tape? no matter how many times we replayed that tape, no matter how high we cranked that volume, we could not identify that fifth voice that was chanting in Hawaiian.

we just took the tape out of the recorder... and buried it up in the hills.I have a few phantom-based anecdotes. Quite a few.
*nods solemnly*

BTW, i was talking w/Sarkhaan about this particular topic at one point ...

OK Ruffy... you look very familiar... got any relatives in Hawaii?
I do? :eek:

And, none in Hawaii :(

ewww bad choice of words...

Mommy make the image in my head go away! :headbang: :headbang: :headbang:

It'll haunt you forever...:)

Ever played around with a Ouiji board? Those things are creepy. We actually played around with one in my psychology class a couple of years ago.

My friend brought in her ouiji board, which, according to her, was actually mor ethan 100 years old. The whole class (it wasn't a very big class) gathered around the board and two people put their hands on the needle and we started asking it questions. Of course, the needle starts moving. I've played with Ouiji boards before, even by myself. Apparently you need two people with their hands on the needle at the same time for it to move, but I was playing around with it one day, and the needle moved by itself with only my hands on it. I swear I was not pushing it at all. I actually took my hands completely off for a second and it moved by itself.

Anyway, we asked it its age, its name, how it died, etc etc etc. The age made sense, but we couldn't pronounce its name and it never finished spelling out how it died, because the bell rang. The last question we asked it was "Can we leave now", and the needle shot straight to "no". It was moving so fast that it kind of creeped me out. We left anyway, and after leaving that classroom, I remembered that day was a Friday the 13th.
One time, and not much happened to ME, but to the person i was doing it with. Another phantom story - although, that situation was pretty low-cal compared to many others i've had.

perhaps I should've put spaces in it...La Dame Sans Merci, from a John Keats poem titled La Belle Dame Sans Merci (http://www.bartleby.com/126/55.html)
WooT! The $ shot!

Mwahahahahahaha. I sentence you to be spanked by JuNii's paddle 20 times! ;)
Well, if ever a time .... :eek:
http://www.abestweb.com/smilies/arsespank.gif

Hmmm isn't there ... *thinks*

Well, if ever a time .... :eek:
http://www.abestweb.com/smilies/arsespank.gif

Hmmm isn't there ... *thinks*Woot! I Love it, and I'm sure the Lady will too. http://www.abestweb.com/smilies/arsespank.gif

hands paddle over to The Lady.
Here's SJS invoking executive privilege ...
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Bad Dog No Biscuits

"Sympathy fluffles"? Is that what they call them these days? Are you going to be one of the pets I have to house break? Do I need another one of those? *wonders while absent-mindedly toying with blouse buttons* Hm. Maybe not this week.
Yee-haw!!!
http://www.websmileys.com/sm/love/1112.gif

*bookmarks thread as written proof*

:D
Hey, props? http://www.websmileys.com/sm/aliens/7.gif

Yee-haw!!!
http://www.websmileys.com/sm/love/1112.gif
I have not yet begun to tease -- and at the rate FD is going, that's all he's going to get. ;)

speaking of wading... i had to fix a computer during someones operation.

imagine listening to the murmuring of the Doctors and nurses, then hearing large amounts of liquid splashing on the ground... then a wet plop or two.

all this time, no outburst, nothing to indicate that anything was out of the ordinary... Not like the time the patient woke up in the middle of his procedure...

after that I swore never to work on a pc during a procedure.
Now I'm cringing. "Wet plop" is highly, highly connotative.
Which procedure would that have been, per your last line? Is this another cringer?

I have not yet begun to tease -- and at the rate FD is going, that's all he's going to get. ;)
That's certainly an incentive for him to try ever harder, which ... since he resurrected this thread (excellent anecdote, btw :) ), i'm sure he already had something like that in mind, anyway :p

Oh, I never knew La Dame knew the band... (http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y79/Goomg/zomgnoooes.jpg)

That's certainly an incentive for him to try ever harder, which ... since he resurrected this thread (excellent anecdote, btw :) ), i'm sure he already had something like that in mind, anyway :p
How long do these things usually go on before getting kicked to the spam curb?

ewww bad choice of words...

Mommy make the image in my head go away! :headbang: :headbang: :headbang:
I owe a lot more sigs than i have space for ... :(

How long do these things usually go on before getting kicked to the spam curb?
:p
i have the STRONG suspicion that this thread'll be a statistic in that fashion.
*nods emphatically*

I was figuring that we would get a decent run of medical anecdotes, which we have a few pretty good ones, but the word-association aspect of it never kicked in, really. It would appear, though, that an anecdote per topic is more than enough to fill in the blanks.
I could indulge about my ulcer anecdote, but it's not really as amusing as most of my other ones, just about as painful, however.
It's alright - this thread is already likely to have a couple of sequels. Sarkhaan and i are going to confer on it.

:p
i have the STRONG suspicion that this thread'll be a statistic in that fashion.
*nods emphatically*

I was figuring that we would get a decent run of medical anecdotes, which we have a few pretty good ones, but the word-association aspect of it never kicked in, really. It would appear, though, that an anecdote per topic is more than enough to fill in the blanks.
I could indulge about my ulcer anecdote, but it's not really as amusing as most of my other ones, just about as painful, however.
It's alright - this thread is already likely to have a couple of sequels. Sarkhaan and i are going to confer on it.
New topic, new thread!

New topic, new thread!
That's what i was thinking. A sequel or two.
Nothing too spamilicious or pedantic - just trying to stay on topic is hard enough! ;)

That's what i was thinking. A sequel or two.
Nothing too spamilicious or pedantic - just trying to stay on topic is hard enough! ;)
I think you should talk with ☞La Dame☜ about the spam part.

I think you should talk with ☞La Dame☜ about the spam part.
...wastes your time, annoys the pig... :p

Ah, i think she even anted something or two up.
Ya just can't seperate that from her, m'thinks, seeing as how it's a major directive of her involvement here anyway! :D

...wastes your time, annoys the pig... :p

Ah, i think she even anted something or two up.
Ya just can't seperate that from her, m'thinks, seeing as how it's a major directive of her involvement here anyway! :D
;)

Note to everyone: I'm drunk.
Note to self: Remember to include the huge black and blue mark where IV was.

That is all..

Note to everyone: I'm drunk.
Note to self: Remember to include the huge black and blue mark where IV was.

That is all..
No no no ... do the cool thing and draw a tattoo over the top of it! :)

No no no ... do the cool thing and draw a tattoo over the top of it! :)
*gets a needle*

Ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..motherfucking titty sucker that hurts!

..

Ow..ow..ow..#%^#%%RFC#%#%R#%#$#$!!!11111!

*gets a needle*

Ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..ow..motherfucking titty sucker that hurts!

..

Ow..ow..ow..#%^#%%RFC#%#%R#%#$#$!!!11111!
Now i gotta nick you "Sig fodder"!! :D

Now i gotta nick you "Sig fodder"!! :D
*dances naked on table*

*dances naked on table*
*cringes*
http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/071.gif

*cringes*
http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/071.gif
*jumps rope*

Great smiley btw :D

*jumps rope*

Great smiley btw :D
Thankie thankie *bows*


You're just abstract enough to provide a good source for the rarer ones. :)

Thankie thankie *bows*


You're just abstract enough to provide a good source for the rarer ones. :)
Abstract, yes.

A good source for the rarer ones, what?

Ohhhhh, rarer smilies.

Abstract, yes.

A good source for the rarer ones, what?
Smilies!
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Smilies!
http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/033.gif
Found a great smile for you! IT WONT HIDE!!!!www .studip.uni-goettingen.de/pictures/smile/aetsch.gif
http://www.studip.uni-goettingen.de/pictures/smile/atomrofl.gif

Found a great smile for you! IT WONT HIDE!!!!www .studip.uni-goettingen.de/pictures/smile/aetsch.gif
http://www.studip.uni-goettingen.de/pictures/smile/atomrofl.gif
Ooh, that's another keeper!
BTW, about that jumpin' rope ... :
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Ooh, that's another keeper!
BTW, about that jumpin' rope ... :
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Lets make babies! You get the vagina..

Lets make babies! You get the vagina..
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That's all i gots to say about all that jazz.

BTW, ever seen Dirty Jobs? There was this one where Mike had to hold the "vagina" for the stud. Grooooooooooovy. :eek:

Also - nice sig addie.

hm...Hawaii, eh? Always wanted to go there for summer vacation, actually. You're lucky you live at such a great tourist spot. :)
My friend leaves Thursday for Hawaii. That's all I have to say about that. On to the next 10 pages.

just a quirk. :D

my first nation was called Ichi Ni (1 and 2 in japanese)
when that nation went bust, I combined the numbers and became Jyuni (12 in japanese.) and because I like weird and unusual spellings. JuNii
Ahahahahahahaha! Twelve really is always the answer. A couple years ago, some of my friends were in an academic competition and were asked a question to which they had no answer, so one simply guessed the number 12 and got it right. LOL Good times.

speaking of Hawaii.

I know alot of you have heard of the people here believing in ghosts and spirits. well I got a couple of stories that made me a believer.

1) My cousin owned a resturant in one of our smaller shopping centers. Next door, there is a community theater that sits in a cemetary. one year, the theater was undergoing renovations. and during this time, very weird things were happening in his restruant. Customers appearing and dissapearing without a trace (and without ordering so they wern't stealing anything) he's seen people sitting in booths way after closing. and so did several others. the people just smiled and seem to enjoy the quiet resturant. (which would be a change from all the construction noise at the theatre.) the visitations stopped the day construction did.

2) this happened to me. there is a Boy Scout camp up in the mountains. one night several of us (4) were camping there over the weekend, and for shits and giggles, we pulled out a tape recorder, opened a brand new tape (unwrapped it) and popped it in. we just talked about anything and everything. no real conversation.

the next day, we played that tape... and we all sat there listening... and all wondering the same thing. who was the 5th voice on that tape? no matter how many times we replayed that tape, no matter how high we cranked that volume, we could not identify that fifth voice that was chanting in Hawaiian.

we just took the tape out of the recorder... and buried it up in the hills.
Good stuff. Kinda. "No time to say 'hello,' good-bye. I'm late, I'm late, I'm late."

Ever played around with a Ouiji board? Those things are creepy. We actually played around with one in my psychology class a couple of years ago.

My friend brought in her ouiji board, which, according to her, was actually mor ethan 100 years old. The whole class (it wasn't a very big class) gathered around the board and two people put their hands on the needle and we started asking it questions. Of course, the needle starts moving. I've played with Ouiji boards before, even by myself. Apparently you need two people with their hands on the needle at the same time for it to move, but I was playing around with it one day, and the needle moved by itself with only my hands on it. I swear I was not pushing it at all. I actually took my hands completely off for a second and it moved by itself.

Anyway, we asked it its age, its name, how it died, etc etc etc. The age made sense, but we couldn't pronounce its name and it never finished spelling out how it died, because the bell rang. The last question we asked it was "Can we leave now", and the needle shot straight to "no". It was moving so fast that it kind of creeped me out. We left anyway, and after leaving that classroom, I remembered that day was a Friday the 13th.
Those don't come around often enough. Especially in January. I've heard stories(prolly just one) from my mom about Ouiji boards, but I can't remember them. Sounds fun to play around with, but I think that's another thing you should bury in the hills under the right circumstances.:p After you're done with it, of course.

perhaps I should've put spaces in it...La Dame Sans Merci, from a John Keats poem titled La Belle Dame Sans Merci (http://www.bartleby.com/126/55.html)
I've read it. Good stuff.

Don't do it!
Yes, do it!

hands paddle over to The Lady.
LOL

May I *cough* show you *cough-cough* this? *coughs up blood* (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salem_witch_trials)
Lots of bad karma for that one.

Bad Dog No Biscuits

"Sympathy fluffles"? Is that what they call them these days? Are you going to be one of the pets I have to house break? Do I need another one of those? *wonders while absent-mindedly toying with blouse buttons* Hm. Maybe not this week.
I was serious; you're being facetious. Yes, I call them "sympathy fluffles" because that's what they are: fluffles for sympathy. I could change it to empathy fluffles if you like. I'd never be a pet and refuse to believe anyone could turn me into one. But it is good to see you're back to teasing.;) :fluffle:

Tell me about it. A group of people get naked in a room to worship fertility deities, and all they can think to do is stand in a circle and wave props at each other? :rolleyes: Another argument against organized religion.
Yup.

...deal.

*cackles secretly because she now has her blackmailing material anyway*
How does that work? Are you going to go visit him, or is he going to Canadia for a while? Or is that what you mean by blackmailing material?

LOL

first... in order to blackmail me, the information must be something I want Hidden.

second. My posts on this thread showed that my desire was to spank YOU.

Third. there is nothing I have that you'ld want.
Wrong! She want you to spank her for failing for miserably at life.:D

well... there's always Dinner. :D
*see my previous post*

We're all addicted to this place. Think of it as being more interesting than boredom...I guess...
I kinda like it. Especially if a lot of funny people like all of you get together in the same thread. Then again, I have no life.

I had 100 posts with this name my first day.
I jumped up about a thousand in a week, then it kinda levelled off.

He was probably trying to invoke one of my favourites:

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/crazy/265.gif

BTW, i SURE HOPE there's some more medical anecdotes in y'all. I thought this thread died rather dignified ... *bows to Muravyets* ... but hmmm ...

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Yeah, prolly. And no, it's going to die one of those crappy, agonizing deaths that no one wants but everyone gets. I think it's got a lot of off-topic life left in it.

Somebody appears to be talking to themselves...

Then again, I have no life.

Oh, right! ;)

What the ... :eek: don't go all flaccid on us!
*desperate :fluffle: *

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Flaccid? Never! Just how the conversation progressed, that's all. It's really kinda like me not having any medical anecdotes, but I'm still here. :D
Oh, and thanks for the mention in the sig. I think that was one of my better statements.

Somebody appears to be talking to themselves...
Nah, it'll pick up again later. Always does. But until then, yes, mostly.
Oh, right! ;)
Yup, sure is.:)

Blah, stupid sleep. I missed about 12 pages. (and yes, I know about the twelve thing) :p

ewww bad choice of words...

Mommy make the image in my head go away! :headbang: :headbang: :headbang:
LOL I hadn't though of it that way.
ROFL But it only gets funnier.
ROFLMAO

Blah, stupid sleep. I missed about 12 pages. (and yes, I know about the twelve thing) :p
What!? Wait...which twelve thing?

I do? :eek:

And, none in Hawaii :(
Yeah, I think you look a bit like Ritlina...just a bit.

What!? Wait...which twelve thing?
*sigh* why don't you read over the last few pages again...