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	<title>Comments on: Evan&#8217;s Surgery Tale</title>
	<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/</link>
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		<title>By: Netmom</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2737</link>
		<author>Netmom</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 16:53:48 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2737</guid>
					<description>ick.  Well, that kills wondering what to fix for lunch...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>ick.  Well, that kills wondering what to fix for lunch&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: GoldenAppleCorp</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2739</link>
		<author>GoldenAppleCorp</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 18:25:50 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2739</guid>
					<description>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?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After reading this last night, I had a weird dream.<br />
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.<br />
So what&#8217;s everyone having for supper?</p>
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		<title>By: Mrs. Eaves</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2740</link>
		<author>Mrs. Eaves</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 18:27:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2740</guid>
					<description>Jesus, GAC, what's with your dreams lately?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jesus, GAC, what&#8217;s with your dreams lately?</p>
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		<title>By: GoldenAppleCorp</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2742</link>
		<author>GoldenAppleCorp</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 18:33:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2742</guid>
					<description>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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>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.</p>
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		<title>By: Atomictumor</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2744</link>
		<author>Atomictumor</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 18:37:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2744</guid>
					<description>Did he like the burgers?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Did he like the burgers?</p>
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		<title>By: GoldenAppleCorp</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2746</link>
		<author>GoldenAppleCorp</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 19:01:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2746</guid>
					<description>Yeah, he friggin' loved 'em.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, he friggin&#8217; loved &#8216;em.</p>
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		<title>By: Mrs. Eaves</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2747</link>
		<author>Mrs. Eaves</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 19:03:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2747</guid>
					<description>Were they J &#38; M burgers?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Were they J &amp; M burgers?</p>
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		<title>By: GoldenAppleCorp</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2748</link>
		<author>GoldenAppleCorp</author>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Sep 2006 19:12:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2748</guid>
					<description>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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hmm&#8230; probably, now that you mention it.  With the onion soup mix in it.<br />
And we had some beers.<br />
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.</p>
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		<title>By: Joe P.</title>
		<link>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2756</link>
		<author>Joe P.</author>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 11:32:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.atomictumor.com/2006/09/21/evans-surgery-tale/#comment-2756</guid>
					<description>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.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well, great, now that I know what MRSA is, I&#8217;m sure the next mark or bump<br />
on my flesh will signify I have it.</p>
<p>I know too that despite every advance in medicine/bedside manners/drugs the one<br />
thing I think of about doctors is that they used to tell people to stick leeches to their<br />
flesh and they&#8217;d feel better. Or that the upset stomach was from a dwarf living under<br />
a toadstool in their tummy.</p>
<p>As for the dreams &#8212; they arrive from moonbeams which can churn various fluids in<br />
your body which allow for Satan to send you secret messages.</p>
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