It’ll be ok Mick. Mom will get you a cheeseburger as soon as you feel better.
Carol - 09:12am on 12/17/2007
Rob,
I hope you feel better soon.
Creasy - 09:12am on 12/17/2007
Yeah, get well soon, sir. (Sorry, just saw the first post.)
Teacherdave - 09:12am on 12/17/2007
Whistler: He’ sick, he’s suffering hallucinations, does the term Palace Coup ring a bell? Or, are you afraid he wouldn’t fight to keep it and you’d be stuck?
Neiman - 11:12am on 12/17/2007
I’m going to refrain from telling you about the medium roast beef combo I just had from Arby’s. Get well soon, tough guy.
Clint F - 12:12pm on 12/17/2007
Man, last night he wouldn’t sell for a whole pizza. Now I’m buying it for a lousy $1.59 cheeseburger.
What the heck I’ll splurge for the Royale du Cheese.
The Whistler - 12:12pm on 12/17/2007
I understand--the last few hours before the surgery were the worst, ‘cause I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, but the surgery was delayed.
Bike Bubba - 12:12pm on 12/17/2007
Just wait until you have to drink the stuff to clean you out before the operation.
You will be offering the blog to anyone who can spirit you away from the place.
The good thing is that you are going to be amazed at how much better you feel as soon as you wake up. Your favorite things that you shouldn’t eat are no longer going to make you feel miserable later. You will think that you had a total body transplant.
Resist the temptation on the way home but plan on a coming out excursion on Sunday in about a week starting at Dennys at 0700, McDonalds at 0830, (Milk of Magnesia at 0930 will clean you out in time for brunch and football at your favorite sports bar (Hooters qualifies as a sports bar)), nap at 1000, Wendys at 1200, laying around and passing gas at 1300, good to go for brunch at 1430, nap at 1700, Burger King at 1900, football at home with your favorite chili cheese dogs at 1800, late night at Taco Bell at 2200. Tucked in with another dose of MOM at 2300.
Sleep tight.
ews48 - 01:12pm on 12/17/2007
I offered to go to Subway and get him a sub, take it home and boil it, strain it and bring it back but he wasn’t that hungry. Whistler wanted me to get him a pizza and put it in a blender!!
Carol - 03:12pm on 12/17/2007
Hey if that blended pizza would have helped me get Rob’s blog that’s worth $363,563.76 for less than $20 I’d be happy.
It’ll be ok Mick. Mom will get you a cheeseburger as soon as you feel better.
Rob,
I hope you feel better soon.
Yeah, get well soon, sir. (Sorry, just saw the first post.)
Whistler: He’ sick, he’s suffering hallucinations, does the term Palace Coup ring a bell? Or, are you afraid he wouldn’t fight to keep it and you’d be stuck?
I’m going to refrain from telling you about the medium roast beef combo I just had from Arby’s. Get well soon, tough guy.
Man, last night he wouldn’t sell for a whole pizza. Now I’m buying it for a lousy $1.59 cheeseburger.
What the heck I’ll splurge for the Royale du Cheese.
I understand--the last few hours before the surgery were the worst, ‘cause I could see the light at the end of the tunnel, but the surgery was delayed.
Just wait until you have to drink the stuff to clean you out before the operation.
You will be offering the blog to anyone who can spirit you away from the place.
The good thing is that you are going to be amazed at how much better you feel as soon as you wake up. Your favorite things that you shouldn’t eat are no longer going to make you feel miserable later. You will think that you had a total body transplant.
Resist the temptation on the way home but plan on a coming out excursion on Sunday in about a week starting at Dennys at 0700, McDonalds at 0830, (Milk of Magnesia at 0930 will clean you out in time for brunch and football at your favorite sports bar (Hooters qualifies as a sports bar)), nap at 1000, Wendys at 1200, laying around and passing gas at 1300, good to go for brunch at 1430, nap at 1700, Burger King at 1900, football at home with your favorite chili cheese dogs at 1800, late night at Taco Bell at 2200. Tucked in with another dose of MOM at 2300.
Sleep tight.
I offered to go to Subway and get him a sub, take it home and boil it, strain it and bring it back but he wasn’t that hungry. Whistler wanted me to get him a pizza and put it in a blender!!
Hey if that blended pizza would have helped me get Rob’s blog that’s worth $363,563.76 for less than $20 I’d be happy.