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I had to get scoped so they could manually extract it.
They gave me propofol. Apparently, as soon as they gave it to me, I started rambling about how great of a man Boutros-Boutros Ghali is and accused all of the nurses and anesthesiologist of being white supremacists that were trying to assassinate him. So I screamed out "V FOR VICTORY" and started swinging at them and my IV line infiltrated. They redid my IV and started the white rabbit again. They scoped me, ganked the beef steak (didn't let me keep it, I got pictures, though). Then when I woke up, I started rambling about existentialism and accused my wife of being a robot. Then I demanded to be taken to Wegmans and get some birthday cake ice cream. Which my wife obliged. Being that I literally ate nothing all day thanks to the FIRST BITE of my burrito bowl being an dingus, I down the entire damn tub.
I can see why Michael Jackson abused the stuff. Sounds like one hell of a time if you can twilight yourself just right...
They gave me propofol. Apparently, as soon as they gave it to me, I started rambling about how great of a man Boutros-Boutros Ghali is and accused all of the nurses and anesthesiologist of being white supremacists that were trying to assassinate him. So I screamed out "V FOR VICTORY" and started swinging at them and my IV line infiltrated. They redid my IV and started the white rabbit again. They scoped me, ganked the beef steak (didn't let me keep it, I got pictures, though). Then when I woke up, I started rambling about existentialism and accused my wife of being a robot. Then I demanded to be taken to Wegmans and get some birthday cake ice cream. Which my wife obliged. Being that I literally ate nothing all day thanks to the FIRST BITE of my burrito bowl being an dingus, I down the entire damn tub.
I can see why Michael Jackson abused the stuff. Sounds like one hell of a time if you can twilight yourself just right...
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