On the FREEDOM OF SPEECH...

I really hate repeating myself, but it seems it's warranted, unfortunately.

Living in the United States affords us certain liberties, among which is the freedom of speech. It's a freedom I greatly appreciate and use to its fullest extent. I understand that not everyone will agree with what I am saying, and furthermore, I agree that some people may even think me not a good person.

Fine. Whatever.

I publish ALL comments because I believe in EVERYONE'S right to say what they want, and to have their opinions heard, even if I don't agree, or it hurts my feelings. I WOULD APPRECIATE THE SAME IN RETURN. Unfortunately, a certain gentleman believes that because I embrace this constitutional right of mine, I'm a nasty bitch whose parents don't love her.

Congratulations, Middle-Aged Man. I hope you're proud of yourself.

Among your comments to me, you've written:

...Now I understand why people think us New Yorkers are ASS-HOLES, and on top of it you are making Jewish people look bad too (my Nan would smack you if she could), but at least you don't have any visitors to care about what you have to say...

Your parents didn't love you did they?

and

I thought I would leave one more comment so you could get to ten for the first time. CONGRATS!

Even though I don't like posting anything insulting, I still did, didn't I? Because YOU, Mr. Middle Class, have the right to have your opinions heard, even in my teeny tiny little blog that no one but you apparently reads.

I didn't like someone else's blog. So what? You don't like my blog. So what? Walk away, home boy. No one invited you.

AND SO...IN CONCLUSION

From henceforth, on the topic of my apparently nasty bitchiness, unless someone has a constructive comment for me, I will publish no more comments.

Welcome to the Blogsphere, Mr. Middle Class, glad to know you're willing to give everyone an equal chance at having their opinions heard. So long, of course, as they don't insult your friends or you.

Enough of this drama...

Okay, enough with all this drama bullshit. Even I'm getting bored. Look! It's another testicle! This one has a spermatocele. Ew.
I drew this piece for a video being done by one of our physicians.

AH HA!

So...a few posts ago, I bitched about this blog, My Super Hopeless Romance, yes, a blog to which I linked, and received an anonymous post from someone who didn't like what I had to say. I clarified, and she explained that she used to be like this girl, and now she's married with three kids, and of course she's posting anonymously, because I sound like I have rage issues. Well, now she's given herself up. My Super Hopeless Romance linked here, and wouldn't you know, it's the actual writer of My Super Hopeless Romance, who says she used to be like the character, who's now married with three kids. Plus, she used the terms "rage issues" and "dreck". AH HA! YOU WROTE THAT GAWD-AWFUL BULLSHIT THAT YOU SO VALIANTLY DEFENDED. Caught ya, beyotch.

Dude, I'm just saying, if you're going to defend yourself against people anonymously because you're afraid of those of us with "rage issues" don't come out of the closet so frickin' publicly.

And now, reading through the comments on that particular post, a lot of people are upset that it's fake 'cause they believed it was real, and she made them feel like idiots. Now the author's whining that instead of commenting on her blog to complain, they're emailing her and then bitching on their blogs about it.

BITCH (yes, here comes my rage issues yet again) GET OVER IT. YOU DID THIS TO YOURSELF WHEN YOU LEAD A BUNCH OF HOPELESS ROMANTICS ON.

Amy Sedaris teaches Chelsea how to clean her hoodehoo

An email from administration

This email was sent out today:

Please stop using your telephone headsets immediately due to a short circuits in the battery that can cause overheating and pose a fire hazard. See the notice below from Hello Direct regarding battery failure in the telephone headset model you are using.

Today, ** inspected each of your headsets to confirm whether (1) it is a model GN9120, and (2) it has a new or old battery inside. All of you have the defective battery inside your headsets.

Awesome. I smell worker's comp.

Wednesday Afternoon Suckage

You know what sucks? When you pee in the staff bathroom, flush the toilet, and all of a sudden it starts backing up and overflowing with poo, so even though you didn't do the poo yourself, it still seems like you did.

Everything should taste like bacon

You know, I haven't posted about the happiest meat on earth in a while, and I got the feeling that bacon was feeling a bit neglected. Well, I figured it was time to remedy that, so here's some bacon tidbits.

This here's an honest-to-goodness bacon topped pie from a bacon blog. I would totally eat that. For realz.

This is just a cute picture of the world's cutest meat from I Heart Bacon.

And remember my earlier post about the double-fatty melt, which is a burger sandwiched between two grilled cheeses? YUM!. Well, here's a bacon-double fatty melt. Holy moley, my tummy's a-rumblin'. From Bacon Unwrapped.

And finally, so everything really CAN taste like bacon: Bacon Salt. From Bacon Salt. (doy)

Now, I know that doesn't go very far to satisfy a bacon craving, and in fact may have exacerbated it. But those pics are oh-so-lovely.