You're never going to be my doctor. Neither is that other guy.

*shiver*

~EW~

You're never going to be my doctor. Neither is that other guy.

 

*shiver*

 

~EW~

Oh, if I told you the details I know about surgery you'd be quite afraid. And you'd have a deeper understanding why surgeons are called "scalpel jocks" and you'd know why it's called "Slice 'em and dice 'em."

*sew

>=[

I heard this story about a guy who has surgery. He leaves fine and successfully fixed up. He comes back two years later complaining about this tumor. They open him up and check it out and find one surgeon's towel.

*shiver* Nasty. Sounds like a cool job though.

-ToC

I heard this story about a guy who has surgery. He leaves fine and successfully fixed up. He comes back two years later complaining about this tumor. They open him up and check it out and find one surgeon's towel.

*shiver* Nasty. Sounds like a cool job though.

 

-ToC

And yet that's still less disturbing than what you might find in a McDonalds meal.

Zing!

I heard this story about a guy who has surgery. He leaves fine and successfully fixed up. He comes back two years later complaining about this tumor. They open him up and check it out and find one surgeon's towel.

*shiver* Nasty. Sounds like a cool job though.

 

-ToC

And yet that's still less disturbing than what you might find in a McDonalds meal.

Zing!

You mean like a fingernail in a bowl of soup? No kidding, happened to me.