A local car dealership has a radio ad that, on top of everything that's happened this week, gave me a start:
A killer meteor is approaching the Earth!
(blah blah)
Your toothbrush is trying to kill you!
(blah blah sales pitch)
Sinkholes are swallowing Florida!
(end of sales pitch)
jeepers
I feel like being a grown-up means bad things happening, and people dying every day. And I am finally feeling like a grownup...
Hope for no sinkholes, et. al.; I'm headin' into the surgery center!
Wish me...happy organ harvesting? (Damn, I am hungry and thirsty...)
Good luck, Strix! I'm sure it'll go fine.
Wish me...happy organ harvesting?
Of all the gall!
No complicaitons-ma! Quick healing and good drugs.
Bye-bye gallbladder! Then you can use that space to store things, like your keys, or an iPod.
Then you can use that space to store things, like your keys, or an iPod.
Wouldn't it be awesome if they took out the gallbladder and put in a pouch to store things! I have always wanted a pouch!