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Spiderkeg
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by Spiderkeg » Fri Aug 04, 2006 1:26 pm
The nurse had no eyes, mouth, or nose. "Nurse Blank" was written on her name tag.
MainComputer
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by MainComputer » Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:54 pm
Nurse Blank removed several colorful plastic shapes from her pocket and proceeded to press them into her face like a Mr. Potato Head .
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Be brave - hurt me.
Dead_Technology
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by Dead_Technology » Sat Aug 05, 2006 11:37 am
"Ms. Blank? I think you put on your lips before your eyes because you're wearing the mustache lips."
MainComputer
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by MainComputer » Sat Aug 05, 2006 6:21 pm
"No," she replied, "I'm having soup for lunch."
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Bmat
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by Bmat » Mon Aug 21, 2006 5:33 pm
"Now come along, " said Nurse Blank. "It is time for your MRI."
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by MainComputer » Mon Aug 21, 2006 10:27 pm
"What mystery?" he replied, "And why are you pronouncing it so oddly?"
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Bmat
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by Bmat » Wed Aug 23, 2006 8:18 pm
The MRI was negative, and before long, Herman was home again.
Laria
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by Laria » Thu Oct 19, 2006 2:41 pm
He was ingesting spinach and coffee so quickly he began to feel rather disoriented, lightheaded, and weak.
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by Talon Sinnah » Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:42 pm
As Herman began to stand he found himself face first on the hard wood floor.
I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
-Walt Whitman-
Laria
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by Laria » Tue Oct 24, 2006 4:53 pm
With a sharp crack his nose broke, sending jets of pain throughout his face.
Talon Sinnah
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by Talon Sinnah » Wed Oct 25, 2006 1:09 pm
"Man my life sucks." Herman replied.
I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
-Walt Whitman-