buzz-buzz-buzz....!!!!!!!!!
substitute above for "mug-mug-mug" in that sweet ol' descendents song and that's what i'm feeling like!! WAY TOO MUCH CooooooffEEEE! but is there ever too much?? really??
intersting day so far...finished clinicals early and settled into the cartel for some joe and a scone whilst studying/writing/reading. an hour or two goes by and in comes, we'll call him "guido", though that's an aweful stereotype...sorry for all named guido. but guido was from brooklyn or thereabouts and he had the mother of all madonna-esk headset phones on...walking around the shop, then outside the shop, and back inside again, spewing on about, "...NOT going into the joint....laying low for 6 months...already on probation and federal something or other...(mind you this is all in just about the thickest NY accent to where it's damn near unintelligable..again the stereotype..but true and sofa-king funny).
now, i'm reading something about the pancreas and i'm picking up random but intersting tidbits as guido oscillates between in and out so that i alternately hear and read....
- (book)... a compound, mixed gland composed of....
-(guido) "An if i gotta go back to da joint i'ma come down on yowa fuckin' ayss like.."
-(book) exocrine and endocrine tissue, it contains a main duct that runs the....
-(guido) "kick da livin' shit out that fuckin' goomba an dump im in da.." ...
-(book) ...length of the organ, draining smaller ducts and...
-(guido) "..i'll fuckin' wack im....yea an kick im in da fuckin' eye he comes wit-in a inch a dat fuckin'..." ...
-(book) ..emptying into the duodenum at the major duodenal papilla, the same site that...
-(guido) "..oh you mawk my fuckin' woyds im a fuckin' bring 'is whole fuckin' famlly down...."
-(book)...accommodates the entrance of the common bile duct. -
hysterical...this guy had no nose..just a hammered piece of meaty flesh where cartilage once (at birth anyway) stood. i picture this guy picking fights at age 2, in front of the hoosegow at 6 and getting thrown in the clink for telling them all to fuck-off!...piece of work...all i could really do was let loose a wry smile for fear of laughing and getting shot or chucked in the mississippi with designer cement footwear...i love the city.
substitute above for "mug-mug-mug" in that sweet ol' descendents song and that's what i'm feeling like!! WAY TOO MUCH CooooooffEEEE! but is there ever too much?? really??
intersting day so far...finished clinicals early and settled into the cartel for some joe and a scone whilst studying/writing/reading. an hour or two goes by and in comes, we'll call him "guido", though that's an aweful stereotype...sorry for all named guido. but guido was from brooklyn or thereabouts and he had the mother of all madonna-esk headset phones on...walking around the shop, then outside the shop, and back inside again, spewing on about, "...NOT going into the joint....laying low for 6 months...already on probation and federal something or other...(mind you this is all in just about the thickest NY accent to where it's damn near unintelligable..again the stereotype..but true and sofa-king funny).
now, i'm reading something about the pancreas and i'm picking up random but intersting tidbits as guido oscillates between in and out so that i alternately hear and read....
- (book)... a compound, mixed gland composed of....
-(guido) "An if i gotta go back to da joint i'ma come down on yowa fuckin' ayss like.."
-(book) exocrine and endocrine tissue, it contains a main duct that runs the....
-(guido) "kick da livin' shit out that fuckin' goomba an dump im in da.." ...
-(book) ...length of the organ, draining smaller ducts and...
-(guido) "..i'll fuckin' wack im....yea an kick im in da fuckin' eye he comes wit-in a inch a dat fuckin'..." ...
-(book) ..emptying into the duodenum at the major duodenal papilla, the same site that...
-(guido) "..oh you mawk my fuckin' woyds im a fuckin' bring 'is whole fuckin' famlly down...."
-(book)...accommodates the entrance of the common bile duct. -
hysterical...this guy had no nose..just a hammered piece of meaty flesh where cartilage once (at birth anyway) stood. i picture this guy picking fights at age 2, in front of the hoosegow at 6 and getting thrown in the clink for telling them all to fuck-off!...piece of work...all i could really do was let loose a wry smile for fear of laughing and getting shot or chucked in the mississippi with designer cement footwear...i love the city.
you are toooo funny!
thank you for the uplift today. you're a dearface.