Sneaky Woman!
Go easy on the moonshine to start, there’s only going to be one kidney to process it. That said, I have a hippie friend who didn’t discover that she’s only had one kidney her whole life and she’s had plenty of hallucinating chemicals and alcohol in her life. At 69, she’s going strong.
Fear not. I’m a tea-totaler. Never imbibe.
Not really condusive to extending my lifespan.
Read upthread. 
The moonshine is for a kidney. However, it will be obtained from the butcher, and then said kidney will be immersed in moonshine in a canning jar.
After Beck’s surgery, the jar will appear on the kitchen table (or the fireplace mantle, or above the kitchen sink).
Beck is supposed to just smile and nod.
~VOW
I so love this idea. ~VOW thx for the plan to get ‘ewwws’ and ‘aw gross’ out of my persnickety bunch of snowflakes. Can’t wait for the surgery.
:eek: (what am I sayin’)
:smack: I had read that earlier and cheered the idea. I then promptly forgot it. Perhaps I’ve been imbibing too much. :o
You’re subconscious is saying that you will be glad to be shut of that poisonous traitor. And the gross out potential will be worth the pain, especially if you record it and put it on YouTube.
Alfred Hitchcock’s The Jar
OO, that really freaked me out. Not enough so I didn’t read the original Bradbury story afterward, though.
Beck, they’d better not schedule you too far out. Send that nurse some Jello shots.
Okay, I went to Amazon and bout the Kindle of “October Country,” by Ray Bradbury. That’s a collection of 31 short stories by Bradbury, including “The Jar.”
I love Ray Bradbury. I’ve been fascinated by Mars ever since I first read anything by him.
Another captivating story by him is “All Summer in a Day.”
~VOW
I’m planning on getting this prank totally fixed up before the ‘*OMINOUS DAY OF SURGICAL HELL’ happens. So I’ll be ready. :eek:
- forever known as ODOSH from this day foward.
Kinds sounds scottish, maybe add an apostrophe O’DOSH.
Yes, I will wear Tartan!
What colors are in the O’Dosh tartan?
I only learned a few years ago that the first liquid to condense out of a still is methanol, which is poison. And that it’s hard to judge when the methanol stops coming and the ethanol starts without chemical equipment. Makes the process slightly fraught.
You throw the 1st quart away or put it in the gas tank of your souped-up…
Ummm?..I’ll shut up now.
(Damnit) 
Hey, Bekkers, I’ve been giving the prank some thought. A beef kidney would probably fill the quart canning jar to overflowing. Look for a veal kidney. You might have to do some calling around.
But hey. A good project is worth the planning effort. Talk to the butcher. Explain the prank. You might be able to acquire the kidney on a wink wink deal.
~VOW
Hey! How do you think the rumrunners were able to leave the revenoors in the dust?
(And thus was born NASCAR!)
~VOW
Do folks eat lamb kidneys?
Ol’beck ain’t eating no ones kidneys. Gah!! :eek:
~VOW the prank’s all set.
I have a meat cutter pal at my little Market. He’s gonna hook me up. He thinks I’m insane, though.
I’m anxious about my appointment Wednesday with surgeon. I have had emails this morning from his dietician and the aftercare facility. This is shaping to be a big production. O’DOSH is looming large
(Note to self: Tartan jammies are to be found)
Kidney Kids Tartan. To my mind, that looks too blue to be kidney related.
Beck, you know the Teeming Millions will all be cheering you on!
There’ll be a photo of Kidney-in-a-Jar, right?
VOW, I was a huge Bradbury fan when I was a kid. I’m pretty sure I read everything he’d written up to that time. I can’t recall them all, though, and can’t recall many titles, so I’m going to look up “All Summer in a Day.” I think it’s time to start rereading!
The Bradbury story that creeped me out the most was one where a man was disturbed by the idea his skeleton was grinning away inside him. That’s one I wouldn’t re-read.
I need that Tartan on something. Yes, I do:)