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car thief?
I prefer the term "car borrower."
car thief?
Don't you know how to use the, um, polycom?
On a class trip I got permanently banned from the Phoenix Park Hotel on Capitol Hill and was almost kicked out of school for hitting a Congressman in the head with a water bottle I threw out the window.Back before Universal Orlando was being built in 1989, I was on a class trip. We stayed in a hotel across the street from the construction site and we decided to check it out. The Psycho house was completely built - it wasn’t finished, but you could see it was what it was.
I broke into the Psycho house. It was fun until the police came. We only got taken back to our class chaperones. But it was embarrassing...
I was told I was on a list of permanently banned people for life at Universal. Last year on a work trip we had dinner inside universal (first time I went since then) and I imagined being caught and escorted out...On a class trip I got permanently banned from the Phoenix Park Hotel on Capitol Hill and was almost kicked out of school for hitting a Congressman in the head with a water bottle I threw out the window.
Stop the presses... what????
Times shot in Hartford - 0
That's how you live?
I live a life. Not sure about you. Notice how long it took me to notice your post.
Just copied the explanation from an earlier thread...
Late summer, 1976. Or maybe it was 77.
Pain in stomach.
Appendicitis.
Appendix leaked.
Docs thought they got it in time and cleaned everything up.
Sent me home on the Friday before Labor Day.
4AM Saturday, I'm back, with a 105 degree temp.
Peritonitis.
"Wildfire" abscess filled every cavity in my torso.
And my sack. Stretched it to the size of a volley ball. Stretched skin so tight, blood vessels squeezed shut.
Gangrene ensued.
95% of sack removed. Just one little tab of undamaged tissue remained.
Several articles were written in medical journals about it.
Every night one of the two student nurses who were assigned to me would scrape puss off my nuts with gauze. It hurt ALMOST as much as a kidney stone stuck in the ureter.
One of them was particularly hot. I learned that everything down there still functioned, even with the guys hanging out in the open air.
I was on a refrigerated bed with a suction tube jammed through a gash in my side for months.
Eventually, they pushed the guys up into my abdomen and stitched that little tab of good tissue across the gap, and promised me that it would grow back.
The sent me home on the Friday after Thanksgiving.
Sack did grow back, but heavily favored the left side, where the little tab had been.
So now I have two left nuts.
When I have the time, I can tell you about the time they accidentally anesthetized my brain. That was fun, too.
That's horrifying. Glad you're still with us.Just copied the explanation from an earlier thread...
Late summer, 1976. Or maybe it was 77.
Pain in stomach.
Appendicitis.
Appendix leaked.
Docs thought they got it in time and cleaned everything up.
Sent me home on the Friday before Labor Day.
4AM Saturday, I'm back, with a 105 degree temp.
Peritonitis.
"Wildfire" abscess filled every cavity in my torso.
And my sack. Stretched it to the size of a volley ball. Stretched skin so tight, blood vessels squeezed shut.
Gangrene ensued.
95% of sack removed. Just one little tab of undamaged tissue remained.
Several articles were written in medical journals about it.
Every night one of the two student nurses who were assigned to me would scrape puss off my nuts with gauze. It hurt ALMOST as much as a kidney stone stuck in the ureter.
One of them was particularly hot. I learned that everything down there still functioned, even with the guys hanging out in the open air.
I was on a refrigerated bed with a suction tube jammed through a gash in my side for months.
Eventually, they pushed the guys up into my abdomen and stitched that little tab of good tissue across the gap, and promised me that it would grow back.
The sent me home on the Friday after Thanksgiving.
Sack did grow back, but heavily favored the left side, where the little tab had been.
So now I have two left nuts.
When I have the time, I can tell you about the time they accidentally anesthetized my brain. That was fun, too.
This was the most over the top part of the thread all the way through - and then was topped with the phrase "the time they accidentally anesthetized my brain."Just copied the explanation from an earlier thread...
Late summer, 1976. Or maybe it was 77.
Pain in stomach.
Appendicitis.
Appendix leaked.
Docs thought they got it in time and cleaned everything up.
Sent me home on the Friday before Labor Day.
4AM Saturday, I'm back, with a 105 degree temp.
Peritonitis.
"Wildfire" abscess filled every cavity in my torso.
And my sack. Stretched it to the size of a volley ball. Stretched skin so tight, blood vessels squeezed shut.
Gangrene ensued.
95% of sack removed. Just one little tab of undamaged tissue remained.
Several articles were written in medical journals about it.
Every night one of the two student nurses who were assigned to me would scrape puss off my nuts with gauze. It hurt ALMOST as much as a kidney stone stuck in the ureter.
One of them was particularly hot. I learned that everything down there still functioned, even with the guys hanging out in the open air.
I was on a refrigerated bed with a suction tube jammed through a gash in my side for months.
Eventually, they pushed the guys up into my abdomen and stitched that little tab of good tissue across the gap, and promised me that it would grow back.
The sent me home on the Friday after Thanksgiving.
Sack did grow back, but heavily favored the left side, where the little tab had been.
So now I have two left nuts.
When I have the time, I can tell you about the time they accidentally anesthetized my brain. That was fun, too.