Mmmmkay. Let's try this again.
It's been a busybusybusy month.
1. My pork chop officially moved in. There were just a handful of times that I really wanted to wring his neck. Now that we are settled in, things are proceeding nicely.
2. I started my MBA. The hospital is paying for most of it. It's not so bad so far.
3. I had a birthday. Pork Chop got me a most fabulous Louis Vuitton bag, even though I think he almost shit himself when he found out exactly how much they are. Bless his heart. All kinds of drunken shenanigans ensued for the birthday. I was doing shots at the house before we even left for the bar, which means I don't remember a significant proportion of the evening, which is worrisome since all our bosses were at the bar too. Hmmm.
Irish car bombs:
A nice shot of me all fat and drunk. The LV bag has a nice prominent spot too.
It looks like I'm totally going for his nads here.
Doesn't anyone else find this hysterical?
I'm doing neuropathology this month. This means I have to remove the brains for any autopsies. So far I just used the brain saw a little bit, but was being a pussy about cutting too vigorously (and hence through the skull and into the underlying brain). Lots of cool cases. Metastatic melanoma to the maxillary sinus was the coolest so far. That and this metastatic adenocarcinoma to the sphenoid wing on a lady who had no known primary. That was spiffy too. Not for her.
I hope the pictures fucking come up this time. New SG format, bite my ass.
Edited to say yes, they look like fucking postage stamps. I can't help it. Any suggestions???
It's been a busybusybusy month.
1. My pork chop officially moved in. There were just a handful of times that I really wanted to wring his neck. Now that we are settled in, things are proceeding nicely.
2. I started my MBA. The hospital is paying for most of it. It's not so bad so far.
3. I had a birthday. Pork Chop got me a most fabulous Louis Vuitton bag, even though I think he almost shit himself when he found out exactly how much they are. Bless his heart. All kinds of drunken shenanigans ensued for the birthday. I was doing shots at the house before we even left for the bar, which means I don't remember a significant proportion of the evening, which is worrisome since all our bosses were at the bar too. Hmmm.
Irish car bombs:
A nice shot of me all fat and drunk. The LV bag has a nice prominent spot too.
It looks like I'm totally going for his nads here.
Doesn't anyone else find this hysterical?
I'm doing neuropathology this month. This means I have to remove the brains for any autopsies. So far I just used the brain saw a little bit, but was being a pussy about cutting too vigorously (and hence through the skull and into the underlying brain). Lots of cool cases. Metastatic melanoma to the maxillary sinus was the coolest so far. That and this metastatic adenocarcinoma to the sphenoid wing on a lady who had no known primary. That was spiffy too. Not for her.
I hope the pictures fucking come up this time. New SG format, bite my ass.
Edited to say yes, they look like fucking postage stamps. I can't help it. Any suggestions???
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norritt:
"brainsaw" that's like my new fav. word!
drpirate:
Are you or do you speak German?
Are you or do you speak German?