Mr. Reaper and David both need to learn to be able to say "serious s**t" when thats what they mean. Life and death are just so full of it, you know, dudes.
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27 comments:
And here I thought it was the worst stuff that killed ya.
As opposed to the not-bad stuff that people die from... Smothered by unicorn kisses and cuddled to death by puppies.
Every year, thousands of Americans die from stuff. Won't you make a difference by donating to the American Stuff Society? Together we can beat stuff.
He who dies with the most stuff, wins.
What a detailed answer! You must have learned a lot from that patient. What a dumb ass.
Sad story, hate it when stuff happens.
"And that's all my lawyer will let me say on the subject."
Perhaps as opposed to things unrelated to health such as accidents?
He needs some better stuff.
You mean like Apoplectammonia?
or kinda like Brokenatrialosis?
....and everyone who hasn't died is still alive.
I pity the poor resident who says "The patient has a family medical history of stuff" on morning rounds.
Remind me not to stuff myself, didn't realize I could die from it.
"Needless to say, that's the last time I ever bought stuff from THAT dealer."
Isn't it nice when stuff works the way it's supposed to?
Actually, they all died of cardiac arrest.
I plan on dying from rainbows and sunshine and laughter.
Oh, wait, that's Kuru.
"I'm not really sure myself. Up until a couple of hours ago, I thought they'd all gone to live on a farm."
"And, in the case of my uncle's wife, golden retrievers."
"And, when I say 'my family,' I'm talking about the whole human race, 'cause we're all family."
"And I had them all stuffed."
"If you want more information, my buddy Jim Carroll wrote a song about it."
"Look, I'm a busy man. I don't have time to worry about this shit. You think my online Phil Collins discussion board runs itself?"
I hear spontaneous dentohydropulsion can be a killer, too. Just like uromysotysis.
They didn't die of old age, not after 1951 when coroners stopped listing it as a cause of death on death certificates. Discover Magazine said so.
Stuffylococcal infection?
Mr. Reaper and David both need to learn to be able to say "serious s**t" when thats what they mean.
Life and death are just so full of it, you know, dudes.
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