I'm Getting So Bad at Updating Stuff and Stuff...
...Not that I have a real audience or anything, but I'll apologize anyways: Solly!
Aside from keeping me way busy, work has too many stories for me to not feel like I'd be violating HIPPAA regulations if I went into detail about, oh, say the homicidal freak we had to cart from a house of ill repute in East Joliet to a psych ward in a hospital up here in Chicago... or the Russian lady who simply would NOT part from her "Jell-o and the milks" when we came to take her for her daily dialysis appointment... or the little ol' black lady we picked up who-- bless her surly cuteness!-- could not be anything more than an escapee from The Muppet Show.
So I won't go into detail. But LOOK AT MY PAN-SEARED ASS!!!
WhoooHoooo, doggie! See, this is what happens when you fall asleep while using one of them heating pads what fer to relieve yer aching lower back.
So, it DID relieve my aching lower back, but now I've got some sort of weird Star-Trek alien sunburn-butt. Behold!
I can now say that I've actually gone and cooked myself. What the hell?
Aside from keeping me way busy, work has too many stories for me to not feel like I'd be violating HIPPAA regulations if I went into detail about, oh, say the homicidal freak we had to cart from a house of ill repute in East Joliet to a psych ward in a hospital up here in Chicago... or the Russian lady who simply would NOT part from her "Jell-o and the milks" when we came to take her for her daily dialysis appointment... or the little ol' black lady we picked up who-- bless her surly cuteness!-- could not be anything more than an escapee from The Muppet Show.
So I won't go into detail. But LOOK AT MY PAN-SEARED ASS!!!
WhoooHoooo, doggie! See, this is what happens when you fall asleep while using one of them heating pads what fer to relieve yer aching lower back.
So, it DID relieve my aching lower back, but now I've got some sort of weird Star-Trek alien sunburn-butt. Behold!
I can now say that I've actually gone and cooked myself. What the hell?
posted by Lorelei at 2:08 PM
8 Comments:
Looks like one of those braniac ink-blot tests.
Doc: "Unt ZEES von? Vat do you zee?"
Me: "I see two dogs fucking."
Doc: "Again? You zay zat for evryzing!"
You mean Ass-blot test.
mmmm....slow roasted chickenladybutt.
I know it's 2 a.m. and all, but I swear to god I see Foghorn Leghorn's head on your right side.
And a harpie on the other.
Your visitor stats are going to soar now that you're featuring soft core burn porn.
UPDATE ALREADY, BEEEYOTCH!!!!!
(I ate so friggin' much I STILL can't get to sleep. 'Tis the gaseousness, methinks. Or the Prednisone. Either way, 'taint fun...)
Hope ye didnae hae to drive too many old turkeys around in the woo-woo van on yer hollerday. And I hope you at least scared the ones you did with that insane bird call you do.
But ANYWAY...UPDATE... YA TURKEY-CLUCKIN' BEEYOTCH!!!
Done and done.
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