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26 June 2007
Words you never want to hear Today = "tremendous overdraft". Share yours.
I think the centipede has mated with a scorpion, and its offspring, which we've just discovered is living in your house, has been snacking on MiracleGro, has developed a taste for human blood, and has a predilection for attacking while you're sitting in front of a computer.
I sure am glad a conscientious and respectful person like Coldchef is in the mortuary game, because if I was in charge of that particular removal (I believe you call it?) there would have been a gallon of unleaded 10% ethanol and a pack of matches and me swearing up, down and sideways that that particular morbidly obese dead person in the trailer really wanted a good ole Viking trailer funeral.
"Those lymph nodes that are swollen could be anything. They could be the start of a serious disease that could result in your death, or they could be nothing, or anything in between. In any case, you should proceed with your Kona vacation and enjoy it. We'll sort it out when you get back."
Yeah, I sliced off part of a finger once and the nurse screamed out "eww" and almost fainted. That never makes you feel good. Still have a nasty scar to remind me, too.
(She was around 500 pounds, really really hairy, and she had shit the bed. This was a couple of months back. She died in the least accessible room in the entire trailer--down a long narrow hallway in a room at a corner. It took me, my dad, five or six firemen, and a few neighbors to wrap her up in her shitty sheets like a turd burrito and inchworm her along the floor to the cot outside. When we put her in the hearse, the wheels sunk into the lawn. Her nickname at the funeral home was "Cheeburger Cheeburger" because her family used to make her this special treat: five pounds of ground beef...in one big patty, topped with twelve slices of cheese, fried in two cast iron skillets-flipped from one to the other-and served on a muffuletta loaf that had been sliced down the middle. She ate this about once a week, according to her daughter.)
Her nickname at the funeral home was "Cheeburger Cheeburger"
On a bet, I ate a 21 oz burger with bleu cheese and bacaon at a restauarnt with that name. If you finish it they put a polaroid of you on the wall. i'm on the wall.
five pounds of ground beef...in one big patty, topped with twelve slices of cheese, fried in two cast iron skillets-flipped from one to the other-and served on a muffuletta loaf that had been sliced down the middle.