“HA HA HA HA HA! GUTS GUTS GUTS!”
(I’d link to the cartoon this came from but Wally would break my kneecaps.)
– Sylence
I don’t have an evil side. Just a really, really apathetic one.
“Hey, a sponge is missing.”
“Oops.”
“Hey, guys, this is cool. They’re going to name a disease after me.”
The Coyote gnaws …
but he does not swallow.
“Is there a doctor in the house?”
“Damned diarrhea!”
“Look at those spots on his lungs. Think we should tell him about them when he wakes up?”
“Hey, dummy! You’re standing on the ventilator tube!”
“I haven’t seen anything like this since my cadaver at med school.”
Nurse, hand me the stapler.
*Sidenote: Did anyone else hear about that psycho doctor who did a “C”-section and signed his initials into her belly about two inches high?
Forgive me my nonsense as I also forgive the nonsense of those who think they talk sense.
– Robert Frost
*Ugh, nobody told me there would be blood involved in this?
>>Being Chaotic Evil means never having to say your sorry…unless the other guy is bigger than you.<<
—The dragon observes
“Does anyone want to take the scraps home for their dog? No? Okay, it looks like stew for dinner tonight!”
StG
“Conga line!”
:::inhale::: “Hey Nurse, did you say this was Colombian?”
“Guess what? I went to the eye doctor yesterday. He says I’ve got walleye vision.”
(from Buckaroo Bonzai) “Don’t touch that! You don’t know what it’s connected to.”
“Pull my finger!”
“Head, shoulders, knees and toes…”
“Well, there’s a color that Crayola doesn’t make!”
“I can’t push 'er any faster! She’s about ta blow!”
“The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his ribcage.” --anonymous redhead
“Do we have time for a quickie?”
“Ah shit, I’m gonna be sick!”
“Hey, this is the guy who flunked me twice in med school!”
“Get me the vaseline!”
“Oh, great! The anaesthesiologist (sp?) is sleeping on the job again!”
“Say, this gas is cool.”
Wally: Give me a second, and I’ll change my sig, okay? 
I did. It was on every TV news show the day it was reported and in every newspaper the next day out here in L.A. (The doc did it in NYC.)
Bill Cosby used to do a routine called “Oops!” on this very subject.
>< DARWIN >
__L___L
Inspired by Christi’s last:
"Dammit, Jim! I’m a doctor not a miracle worker!
Livin’ on Tums, vitamin E and Rogaine
I seriously heard a doctor/surgeon say that when they were repairing a torn tendon. Rather than knock me out completely with a general anesthesia, they’d used a strong sedative–which means I remember being wheeled in, receiving the first few cuts, and wheeled out. Granted, it was just my finger–not open heart surgery–but I distinctly remember the doctors discussing basketball games, teams, etc. Even through my sedated fog I remember thinking, “Hey! Don’t talk about basketball! Fix my finger!”
But my finger is fine, so I have no further complaints.
<i>Formerly known as LauraRae</i>
I’m a Raggety Ann in a Barbie Doll world.
“So, what is the third word that ends with ‘gry’?”
Mr. K’s Link of the Month:
Dr. Nick: Hi everybody
Everybody: Hi Dr. Nick.
“Now if something goes wrong there’s no reason to get the law involved.”
Come let us go, I’ve a cask of amontillado.
Dammit, keep looking. It HAD to have fallen somewhere!
“Eenie, meenie, miney,…mo!”
“Mmmm…tastes like chicken!”
“Damn it! Who let in the vulture?”
“You know, maybe it’s time I got liscensed for this sort of thing.”
Get that damn cat outta here!
You guys are awesome. I’m dying over here!
Don’t stop.
WallyM7:
You may have won your own contest.
Livin’ on Tums, vitamin E and Rogaine
Somebody watch where that lands, we’ll need it later.
I hate it when there’s stuff left over.
Parts is parts.