He fits all the parameters of tall, dark, handsome, and clearly bright. Get this, ladies, there were two of them.
These guys are the Property Brothers on HGTV and that was playing at VA while I waited for a CT scan.
At first I was aghast because there was a couple, likely in their thirties, with a one million+ budget for buying a home. The first reaction to that is ...
all together now ...
what bank did you rob?
They weren't interesting but the realtor is the impossibly-beautiful guy so get a visual of Tom Cruise and this guy makes him look like a girl. This is one seriously good-looking man and he's shooting off the facts and figures, thinking fast on his feet, so he's definitely got something cooking in his cerebral chambers.
Then another one just like him pops into view. Oh, did I say just like him ... I mean fookin' identical. At first the thought is this ain't real, they do it all with Photoshop, but, sure enough, there they are.
Note: don't go charging off to your televisions, ladies, because we're not quite finished yet.
The first thought to many males is likely, see, that's why we don't get the chicks, man. See these guys!
But, cabron, that ain't exactly why and you may wish to consider further as we're the man bits and we mostly have no idea what's hot to a woman. Maybe they're too beautiful and they never get laid. How should I know ... but ... I do know women think the pre-smashed all to hell Mickey Rourke is tres hot.
Figure it out from there, gents, because that's all I know.
Brief summary of the CT scan as Leon was running it and he was cool. My thinking is if you won't be funny out there then why show up. Most of the time, that isn't much more than being interested in what people say and not simply in the context of the procedure.
Note: my manners are probably vastly better than you might anticipate.
First I remarked, what happened to all the clanking and weird noises. He told me that's the MRI, of which I have also had many, and this was the CT. No worries on it. I said, I guess you don't lose too many here. He laughs.
This is the test in which they should you with the iodine, irradiated, I think. Some of you know how it goes as suddenly your body is afire and you feel like you just got dropped naked in front of the girls' volleyball team.
There are two options at that point: the first is to run, screaming into the night, while the second is to say, hey, y'all wanna party ... and then run screaming into the night.
Note: the burning is of no consequence and it ameliorates quickly. The only reason for mention is, after so many of them, I probably really am radioactive. I have not, as yet, noticed any glowing in the dark, however.
There was one disappointment in the visit since there were no pandering plasticine politicians out there giving bullshit speeches about what they will do for us because Washington has made it abundantly clear it will do as little as possible and Hillary Clinton can kiss my bony, radioactive ass.
Yevette asked when will the results come back and it's kind of a non-question to me because the procedure has set that results will come back. The process is beyond that is suck news will come back fast and silence is always golden. No need to ask when results come back since, if it's non-news, the results won't come back quickly anyway. For me, the answer is, well, not today; time to get back into the wind.
The risk in an airport isn't setting off the metal detectors with the pins in my body since they were removed years ago and they didn't set off the detectors, anyway. If I'm busted by anything in an airport, it will be by a geiger counter.
Maestro, rim shot, please.
There is only one theme out in old geezer world ... I Will Survive!
These guys are the Property Brothers on HGTV and that was playing at VA while I waited for a CT scan.
At first I was aghast because there was a couple, likely in their thirties, with a one million+ budget for buying a home. The first reaction to that is ...
all together now ...
what bank did you rob?
They weren't interesting but the realtor is the impossibly-beautiful guy so get a visual of Tom Cruise and this guy makes him look like a girl. This is one seriously good-looking man and he's shooting off the facts and figures, thinking fast on his feet, so he's definitely got something cooking in his cerebral chambers.
Then another one just like him pops into view. Oh, did I say just like him ... I mean fookin' identical. At first the thought is this ain't real, they do it all with Photoshop, but, sure enough, there they are.
Note: don't go charging off to your televisions, ladies, because we're not quite finished yet.
The first thought to many males is likely, see, that's why we don't get the chicks, man. See these guys!
But, cabron, that ain't exactly why and you may wish to consider further as we're the man bits and we mostly have no idea what's hot to a woman. Maybe they're too beautiful and they never get laid. How should I know ... but ... I do know women think the pre-smashed all to hell Mickey Rourke is tres hot.
Figure it out from there, gents, because that's all I know.
Brief summary of the CT scan as Leon was running it and he was cool. My thinking is if you won't be funny out there then why show up. Most of the time, that isn't much more than being interested in what people say and not simply in the context of the procedure.
Note: my manners are probably vastly better than you might anticipate.
First I remarked, what happened to all the clanking and weird noises. He told me that's the MRI, of which I have also had many, and this was the CT. No worries on it. I said, I guess you don't lose too many here. He laughs.
This is the test in which they should you with the iodine, irradiated, I think. Some of you know how it goes as suddenly your body is afire and you feel like you just got dropped naked in front of the girls' volleyball team.
There are two options at that point: the first is to run, screaming into the night, while the second is to say, hey, y'all wanna party ... and then run screaming into the night.
Note: the burning is of no consequence and it ameliorates quickly. The only reason for mention is, after so many of them, I probably really am radioactive. I have not, as yet, noticed any glowing in the dark, however.
There was one disappointment in the visit since there were no pandering plasticine politicians out there giving bullshit speeches about what they will do for us because Washington has made it abundantly clear it will do as little as possible and Hillary Clinton can kiss my bony, radioactive ass.
Yevette asked when will the results come back and it's kind of a non-question to me because the procedure has set that results will come back. The process is beyond that is suck news will come back fast and silence is always golden. No need to ask when results come back since, if it's non-news, the results won't come back quickly anyway. For me, the answer is, well, not today; time to get back into the wind.
The risk in an airport isn't setting off the metal detectors with the pins in my body since they were removed years ago and they didn't set off the detectors, anyway. If I'm busted by anything in an airport, it will be by a geiger counter.
Maestro, rim shot, please.
There is only one theme out in old geezer world ... I Will Survive!
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