Considering the direction this thread has taken I think you mean "Yew! Yew, yew, yew.
They probably call him pawpaw.
But none on his balsa?
I was going to tell you guys to quit it with the bad jokes, but on second thought, koa head.
Seriously, though, that is one of the most nauseating things I’ve ever seen. None of the usual “shock” internet photos do much more than make me giggle, but that one…wow. I actually got a little numb in the fingers and toes when I looked at it, a sure early warning sign of barfage for me.
Not so much nauseating to me, I just feel sorry for the poor, er, sap.
How does he feed himself? How does he get a drink of water? How does he wipe himself? Then again, he doesn’t really face any challenges that a quadraplegic doesn’t face.
Ya never know, he may think life is peachy!
I’m gonna stop, I swear.
Shouldn’t this guy be tree-ted by a tree surgeon?
He looks like his mood is Oak-K, but maybe I’m barking up the wrong tree. I’m sure he is pining for the days when he can get away from the freak show and branch out a little.
Oh, God. I just realized that he’s Pinocchio in reverse!
I bet his mother was a real birch.
All kidding aside, I’m happy to read that his doctors are no longer stumped. They should take a bough.
I think he’s just a nut.
I wonder how he greeted his doctor. “Hello, my name is Forrest, Forrest Stump.”
Medically speaking, couldn’t his blood disorder be termed Mal-le-leuka? Regardless, his plight would drive me barking mad.
This thread is just a long string of pithy quips, ain’t it?
How long before this shows up on House?
So if he falls when he’s alone, does he make a sound?
Good thing he’s not contagious, or he’d have to be sequoiastered.
However, despite being treated like a freak, I hope he doesn’t arbor any ill feelings.
How did his Italian doctor deliver the good news? “Youa nota gonna be-a Sycamore!”
I’ll bet he voted for Bush.
Frantically calling doctor to see when Ivygirl can get her third Gardasil shot…
Yeah, not to be a killjoy, but I’m not finding much humor in the poor guy’s plight. That must be little short of debilitating, it (apparently) cost him his wife and made him an outcast, and it looks like it could have been stopped years ago with decent primary care. How awful. At least there’s a somewhat happy ending. Kudos to the doctor who’s helping him.
I had warts across both my paws at one point when I was younger. Bothered heck out of me, and worried my mum. Ended up having some treatment involving shaving the tops off the warts, one or two fingers at a time and applying ether, for weeks.
After seeing that poor guy – now I know I got off lightly. :eek:
Poor bugger. 
GOOD lord, but that’s bizarre.
It’s like that movie From Hell It Came come to life. Or one of those metamorphoses from Greek Myth.
Or a really, really slow-paced Kafka story.