Evan’s Surgery Tale

September 21st, 2006 by Atomictumor

This made coffee come out of my nose.  Which is weird, because I was drinking water.

Evan’s Surgery Tale

9 Responses to “Evan’s Surgery Tale”



  1. Netmom Says:

    ick. Well, that kills wondering what to fix for lunch…

  2. GoldenAppleCorp Says:

    After reading this last night, I had a weird dream.
    I saw some spots on my arms that look like the bubbles you get sometimes on a pizza. They were blackish. I peeled the skin off of one and there was a hole in my arm. Looking into the hole, I could see the bone. And maggots. I turned my arm and maggots started falling onto the floor. It sounded like someone spilt rice.
    So what’s everyone having for supper?

  3. Mrs. Eaves Says:

    Jesus, GAC, what’s with your dreams lately?

  4. GoldenAppleCorp Says:

    I also had one in which Jack and Meg White came over to the house for hamburgers. But then he was a dick and I asked him to leave.

  5. Atomictumor Says:

    Did he like the burgers?

  6. GoldenAppleCorp Says:

    Yeah, he friggin’ loved ‘em.

  7. Mrs. Eaves Says:

    Were they J & M burgers?

  8. GoldenAppleCorp Says:

    Hmm… probably, now that you mention it. With the onion soup mix in it.
    And we had some beers.
    Until he turned into a dick, he was a pretty nice guy. Meg was sleepy so as soon as they got here, she took a nap.

  9. Joe P. Says:

    Well, great, now that I know what MRSA is, I’m sure the next mark or bump
    on my flesh will signify I have it.

    I know too that despite every advance in medicine/bedside manners/drugs the one
    thing I think of about doctors is that they used to tell people to stick leeches to their
    flesh and they’d feel better. Or that the upset stomach was from a dwarf living under
    a toadstool in their tummy.

    As for the dreams — they arrive from moonbeams which can churn various fluids in
    your body which allow for Satan to send you secret messages.