Itai wa!
Argh. I keep thinking I don't want to have my gall bladder out because, face it, surgery is never fun. And then it goes ballistic on me for no reason at all (no, I don't consider three glasses of wine at dinner anything for a gall bladder to complain about: it's fat it's supposed to hate) and I must face an 8:30 to 5 day with a railway spike stabbing into my side. Now I can deal with that; I've dealt for fifteen years with that. But then on my break I found this on
incandescens' FL. And I couldn't laugh because it hurt too much.
But of course I kept telling people to go down to the basement computer and look at it, and they laughed for me.
But of course I kept telling people to go down to the basement computer and look at it, and they laughed for me.

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I don't know which was my favourite, they were all so funny!
*pets your gall bladder*
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- and Ohhhh! Having been there already made it extra funny ... ^__^ I laughed for you!
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And when the wrigglers are thoroughly soaked you can tissue the boogers from their noses without picking. It's not like babies like spray in their nostrils any more than fingernails anyway.
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The link is hilarious; the comments not so much.
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Oh well, never read the comments, that's where the idiots come out to play. Though if the self-righteous hadn't risen up in wrath I wouldn't know it was a book I can have for my very own.