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Boston won a ring... in 1918. They did well. Boston shouldn't celebrate yet though. Still 4 more to go, and they're gonna be tougher than this series. Not as appealing because of the lack of history, but the teams are better than the Yanks. LETS GO METS in 2038.

Thats a tough one Kel... I'm gonna stay away from predicting that one, but whoever wins the NL will win the World Series, and Boston's curse will live on. They will take solace in beating the yankees and making history as a consolation though. If you really put a gun to my head, I'd have to lean towards St. Louis tonight. They just have bigger bats.

Dude, noone's gonna reply to you. They're all yankee fans over here (myself excluded), and were just embarassed. Kudos to Beantown. But I've been callin this since before the playoffs, although I doubted it up until Lowe was declared the starter. See my previous post where I said he's gonna bring it for 6 innings. It's in badass's post of him not being upset at the yankee loss. Anyway, I know beantown is happy to beat the yanks, but the next series will be just as tough, if not tougher. Good luck B.

Tempkid, I think Lowe is gonna bring it tonight. I don't know what the yanks are gonna do, but I think Lowe is gonna pitch well for at least 6 innings. Might get smacked around if his pitch count is high after 6. Still think NL is gonna win it though... especially because these 2 teams are gonna be drained by the end of tonight. They're already played an extra game in extra innings.

Yanks will lose. Tempkid... sorry dawg. It'll go to game 7. And the yanks will win this series, but the NL will win the World Series again.

Looks more like Top 10 clubs to be a fuckin guido.

"Valentine's Day"...Saturday, February 14th 2004. How did I spend this day? Well, I was assigned to the Emergency Room, graveyard shift rotation...11:00 pm - 7:00 am. It started out unusually calm & quiet. too unusually calm & quiet. I arrived to find someone in the "suture" room, already being treated. Patient 1 was a 20 yo waiter who broke a glass at work & lacerated his finger, requiring 7 sutures. VERY nice polite patient, nice simple case. Patient 2 was a 32 yo kitchen chef who accidentally autoamputated his distal left thumb. He tied a paper napkin around it to stop the bleeding & the nurse who unwrapped it to clean it was careless & didn't realize that the thumb tip was still stuck to the tissue & threw it away in the garbage. So the doctor just cauterized it & the patient was OK. Again very nice, polite guy, easy case. Then came patient # 3. The beginning of the end...of my sanity. A 44 year old male with a stubble beard & dissheveled blonde frosted hair was brought in following overdose on antipsychotic medications. He said he'd been taking "pretty pink pills" & reeked of alcohol. They told me to go take a history from him. He said he was a former registered nurse. I said "that's nice". He said he had been to the ER many times before. I said "that's nice". He then said he was Jewish & homosexual & the 2 were conflicting & that he was tired of living & stated that his "mind voice" was telling him that he was too good & that he was going to lose his mind. I said "that's not very nice". At this stage, he became combative & agressive & had to be tied down. While trying to make sense out of the absurdity of this ridiculous situation, the doctor was inflating latex gloves like balloons & throwing them over the curtain onto the patient while asking the nurses if they heard about the weather forecast of "glove rain". Then, right after the patient mentioned he was hearing voices, the doctor (behind the curtain) started speaking with a really low voice saying "This is GOD...stop being a queer gay". The doctor then came in & asked the patient (who was still inebriated) if he preferred dildos or broomsticks). I couldn't take anymore & burst out loud in laughter. Then something happened that made my blood run cold & put ice in my veins... A nurse came up to me, handed me a jar, a wooden stick & a small piece of folded paper (guess what for?). They said they needed a "sample". I said "oh crap". They said "that's right, literally CRAP!". They asked me to perform a rectal exam to check for occult blood. So I say to the guy "Ok sir, you're a nurse, you know how this works. Please turn to your left side. He said with a "½ cough/½ chuckle, "ho ho, yes I know..." My rotation partner asked me a question before I was about to begin & the patient suddenly went nuts & angrily shouts at the top of his lungs, "WELL COME ON SWEETHEART, STICK IT IN !!!". I won't speak of anymore after this. The memory hurts my brain & makes me want to vomit awfully & violently. Why was such an experience necessary, why was such an exam necessary? It wasn't. The doctors had already done the exam before I did!!! It was an exercise to remind me that in this point in time, I am what is known as a "scut monkey" (aka a medical student who runs around like a monkey getting things for people & doing whatever the superiors tell them to do). I was spending valentine's day giving a rectal exam to an insane psychotic violent drug abusing suicidal alcoholic gay jewish man. You know, I did very well in behavioral science / psychiatry classes & I believe the teachers did a good job of preparing me well for how to deal with the issues of suicidal tendencies, alcoholism, psychoses, sexual deviance, religious conflict, violent aggression & substance abuse...but not simultaneously in a single indivual patient! PS. at one point, Patient 3 needed to urinate again, & started yelling at me to get the urinal container thing (which was 75 filled from his last urination). I placed the container at a comfortable enough level for him to relieve himself & he freaked out all of a sudden shouting that he wanted to see the face of whoever it was who closed the curtain around his bed. "Show yourself, I wanna see your face you @#%$#!%!!! he yelled. "I'll screw you, I'll scrooooooooooooooo yoooooo !!! In his fit of rage while wildly thrashing about like a fish out of water, his knee caught the end of the urinal containter I was still holding, shifting its position from a nice safe vertical 0°, to quasi-unsafe 45°, to a dangerously horizontal 180° (recall that the lid was uncovered & 75 % filled to capacity) sending a yellow tidal wave of urine all over the bed, thoroughly soaking the patient, the bed & most of the floor (but luckily not on me). I had had enough & asked the doctor if I could please go home to cry & he mercifully said OK. I thankfully walked away & consequently slipped on the urine slicked floor. Sunday, Feb 15th 2004... The following night, a 66 yo male (found disoriented after falling in his bathtub at home), was brought in, & put in a bed. He kept shouting that he wanted to make a very important phone call so they obliged him & moved his bed by a wall-mounted phone. He picked the receiver up very cautiously, looked at it studying it's architecture & design very carefully, then licked it once & lost control of himself pushing all of the number keys individually then trying to push them all simultaneously. They tried to subdue him & asked him what the number he wanted to call was? He said it was very important. They asked him again "what are the numbers". He couldn't remember the number but kept insisting on calling anyway, as it was very very important. He later shouted that he had to go to the bathroom. The nurse told him, go ahead, you have a tube in you for that (a "foley catheter"). He said, "no, I have to do #2". The nurse pointed to me, so I brought the patient a bedpan, which he accepted with a thank you & a smile, threw it back at me & then proceeded to defecate on the bed. I went to get the nurse again (who had stepped outside to smoke & relieve his obvious stress) & returned to find the patient playing with his feces trying to sculpt things out of them & then throwing them at the floor & walls laughing like a hyena on crack. Being open to artistic expression myself, I tried to point out that feces is not the best choice of medium for sculpture. He thanked me & threw a piece in my direction.

I just looked in the mirror.

yea, sounds exciting. are u scandinavian too, or did u just meet them at a local bar? so which countries have u and your viking friends pillaged? were u met with any resistance? sounds more fun than studying medicine. i see your cat's a viking too.

sunny and hot. maintain a nice tan year round. getting more ripped. picked up boxing, and fight amateur fights in miami every 3 months. remember the end of shawshank where red meets up with Tim Robbins? that's what it looks like from here; except with no boat, and more "canadians".

How come I don't remember that? We should try it again.

I am going to Cancun for Spring Break to find a wife. Starring none other than Tommy. Also starring, Michelle A., Michelle B., Michelle C., Michelle D., Michelle E.,..., Michelle Z. Its the first time in my life that people from the Dakotas have a reason to rip on me. What to do, what to do? I'm changing my NJ drivers license to an international one. I'm gonna grow dreads and become a Rastafarian and blend in with the locals down here. Time to go throw on some Reggea and practice the accent. Shut your bombaclot you ras clot.

You stole my outfit!

so you're calling every chic that goes to your place a slut. great way to promote your club JUNIOR. HEEEE FUCKING HAAAAWWWWWWWWW DONKEYS.

practicing proper rectal exam techniques... right now in maimi, back to the carib in 5 days. back to the dirty in august for good. did i miss much?

cool people are only cool because they're themselves. if you have to try, stop trying. just be you. and if you feel the need to try to be cool, please, do me a favor and spike your hair up, take your shirt off, and go dance with all the rest of your brethren at soundfactory, and leave us real people to run this world...

what up C-Peeps? Word has reached me, here in the 9th world, that the donkey's were back and asked about me. my immitation toothbrush stint didn't last long due to a lack of demand. the toothbrushes weren't so much the problem; it was just a consequence of european hygeine. So now, I'm in Botswana, swinging from trees and practicing for the world yodelling competitions. I got it down to Yo-del-ay... just can't seem to get the hee-whoo (lot different than the heee haww) part yet. With time, sirs, I'll be primed and ready.

Get off his stick you squid.

no it doesn't... i don't see a cock in it?

Happy B-day DB? HEEEEE HAWWWW

Angelicious, dogekid, and roddigga are always drinking white zin.

Did anyone else get Diet Coke? Just one calorie... I don't know what to make of this?

Good ol' Lost Wages aka Las Vegas; Mandalay Bay is definitely one of my favorite hotels to stay at. It gives the best combo of partying and classy accomodations. Party wise, Hard Rock used to be the hot spot, but the Palms hotel took over that title when it opened. It has the youngest crowd, obviously all over 21 though, and the youngest staff. All the chics who work there are smoking and none that I saw were older than 30. Party wise: Sunday- House of Blues in Mandalay, or one of the clubs in the venetian... forgot the name, but will get back to you. Light in the Bellagio is always good too, but I'd save that for Monday, although a lot of celebs will be there on Sundays. Monday- Ghostbar for pregame, then Light. Light should be your only option on Monday. Tuesday- never been there on a tues. Maybe a day to do touristic activities... shopping in Ceasers, fountain show at Bellagio, Dinner at the Venetian... Wednesday- Ra... don't go to Ra on any other night, especially thursday since that is their big hip hop night. I am an avid hip hop fan, but the crowd gave me the evil eye as I walked through. Maybe because my tan was lacking in comparison. Thursday- Baby's or Rain. Both are hot, but Rain is probably the best club in Vegas now period. Friday- Rumjungle, Rain, Utopia, Baby's, Studio 54... you really can't go wrong on Fri, but I would consider them in that order. Saturday- Rain, no ands, ifs, or buts. Afterhours- C2K, Glo, Drais... in that order. Drais is very weird, and clicky. My afterhours usually happened in my room and included myself and one special boy, i mean girl. Then blackjack and craps. Any other info you might need, just pm me, as I've been to Vegas more than enough times to give you an accurate point of view. - Vegas Connossieur