With some hair of the Doge that Bitcoin
He's getting plenty of re-cognition.
They call it Modernaty leave.
Time heals awl wounds.
but afterwards, I never looked back.
The process was simple; it was well thought out.
Dad: That’s great. But I don’t see how being in a movie would help.
I suggested she needs to alternate, control and delete.
As my family was driving to a restaurant, my mom pointed out a cool looking Audi car.
My dad: "Hm, I wonder when they will make innies?"
Needless to say, there was much "uhg"-ing on this night.
Me: Wow! Thanks. I always wanted to be in a movie.
My mom's been in the hospital having a difficult recovery from surgery, and she's spent the last few weeks attached to various contraptions to drain the wound site. Dad sent an update today: "Mom's been released. No wound vac, no drains of any kind. Just an island dressing. 😃"
"Yay", I said. "That's 999 islands less than most people get!"
I replied, no, I don't hate your relatives. In fact, I like your mother-in-law a lot better than I like mine.
They first suspected they had it when no one could smell what he was cooking.
I told him “tread lightly”.
he was lucky it was a soft drink
He’s fully recovered now.
(Credit to Colin Mochrie)
But I will recover.
They both have to pass the bar.
Took me Vicks to recover
Apparently he's now completely recovered
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So far they've recovered 46 bodies
They were all in stitches
It was placed in Emmental ward to recover
An engineer who was unemployed for a long time decided to open a medical clinic. He puts a sign outside the clinic: "A cure for your ailment guaranteed at $500; we'll pay you $1,000 if we fail."
A Doctor thinks this is a good opportunity to earn $1,000 and goes to his clinic.
Doctor: "I have lost my sense of taste."
Engineer: "Nurse, please bring the medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in the patient's mouth."
Doctor: "This is Gasoline!"
Engineer: "Congratulations! You've got your taste back. That will be $500."
The Doctor gets annoyed and goes back after a couple of days later to recover his money.
Doctor: "I have lost my memory, I cannot remember anything."
Engineer: "Nurse, please bring the medicine from box 22 and put 3 drops in the patient's mouth."
Doctor: "But that is Gasoline!"
Engineer: "Congratulations! You've got your memory back. That will be $500."
The Doctor leaves angrily and comes back after several days, more determined than ever to make his money back.
Doctor: "My eyesight has become weak."
Engineer: "Well, I don't have any medicine for this. Take this $1,000," passing the doctor a $500 note.
Doctor: "But this is $500..."
Engineer: "Congratulations! You've got your vision back! That will be $500."
Surgeons revealed he is now 'fully recovered'.
.. just had my Appendix removed.
He asked the nurse how he was supposed to pee.
For a hip hoperation.
Trevor loved tractors. And I mean, really loved tractors. Forget any obsessions or high-level interests you may have, chances are they pale in the face of Trevor’s love for tractors.
Every day Trevor would get up, in his tractor-themed bedroom in his tractor-themed house, with its tractor-themed wallpaper and tractor-themed carpets, and he would make his bed with its tractor-themed duvet and tractor-themed sheets. He would go downstairs in his tractor-themed pajamas into his tractor-themed kitchen, with its tractor-themed tiles and cupboards, and he would eat his breakfast while perusing the latest tractor-themed magazine or annual.
Trevors’s degree in Agricultural Engineering hung on his living room wall, along with a copy of his thesis, which centred around (you guessed it) tractors. The living room was decorated with all sorts of tractor-related trinkets, including die-cast models, paintings and drawings.
The hedges in Trevor’s front garden were trimmed in the shape of tractors. His lawn was vividly decorated with tractor-driving garden gnomes, and his garden furniture was constructed from various parts from vintage tractor designs.
Trevor just had one thing missing from his otherwise tractor-centric life; he had never actually owned, nor driven, a real tractor.
Not for his lack of trying, of course. Trevor had been to many tractor shows over the years, and visited many farms with friends of his, but none of the tractors he had seen had ever been quite right. Trevor was so knowledgeable about tractors that every single one he had come across had possessed some hidden trait that he wasn’t keen on. His first experience of driving a real tractor had to be perfect.
One day, Trevor was flicking through one of his favourite publications, Powertrain Quarterly, when there was a knock at the door. Trevor answered, and it was his friend and fellow tractor enthusiast, Jeff.
Trevor welcomed Jeff in, and over tea and crumpets served on tractor-themed crockery, they discussed the merits of aluminium drawbars and front-end loaders. Eventually Trevor pressed Jeff to explain the reason for his visit.
“Well” said Jeff, “As I’m sure you know the convention comes to town later”.
The convention. Trevor had been thinking of little else the past three weeks. The neighbouring town annually threw a convention for farmers, particularly farmyard machinery. There would be combine harvesters, lawnmowers, and of course, tractors.
“Yes of course” replied Trevor
... keep reading on reddit ➡I fell into an upholstery machine, but I'm fully recovered now.
It's called Eh Eh.
Successfully passing the Bar
I find myself bee-itchy.
"I'm on antidepressants."
He's going in for surgery at 3:30pm Pacific. All your positive thoughts and prayers are appreciated.
Edit: Thank you all for the kind words and omg for the gold! He's out of surgery and looks to be recovering nicely. All your well wishes helped cheer him and his parents up.
Don’t worry i’ll recover
Just wheeled in from surgery, transferred to hospital bed. Dude's laying in his bed, moaning.
Nurse is all, sir are you ok?
Ohhhhhhhhhhh.
Are you in pain, sir?
Moannnnnnn.
Sir, can you tell me what hurts?
It's my wallet…
But I will recover.
...Doctors say he's now fully recovered
He’s fully recovered.
