I don't need help! I'm OK, seriously!

His brain is gone!!!

Then that hit man owes me money . . . bloody amateur.

Then that hit man owes me money . . . bloody amateur.[/quote]

That hurts more than any physical pain you’ve caused.

:cry:

Oh damn, there goes the other hand.

Then that hit man owes me money . . . bloody amateur.[/quote]

That hurts more than any physical pain you’ve caused.

:cry:

Oh damn, there goes the other hand.[/quote]

Chin up little one. You are an inspiration to us all.

Don’t worry, they’ll ice the hands and reattach them when you get to the hospital.

Which hospital did they send the hands to?

[quote=“zender”]Don’t worry, they’ll ice the hands and reattach them when you get to the hospital.

Which hospital did they send the hands to?
[/quote]

Right, to McKay, left…hang on, I’m checking…

[quote=“zender”]Don’t worry, they’ll ice the hands and reattach them when you get to the hospital.

Which hospital did they send the hands to?[/quote]

I’m not sure. I’ve been a bit dizzy since my head fell off. I’ll be OK though, seriously.

Oh crap. They can put your brain back into your head if it falls out, right?

Might as well get an upgrade while it’s out.

I just picked up a second hand computer at the San Chung flea market.

It’s a little short on memory . . . maybe that’s a good thing.

Actually, I don’t know that much about computers . . .

This one is called a PS1.

I would scoop it back in myself, but both my hands have fallen off.

Don’t worry about it, guys, it’s just the air escaping past his vocals when you move him. He’s gone.

HG

Oh well,

We did our best.

I hear there’s a patient at Mackay that needs some skin.

So that’s why you needed that torque wrench.

Now that you are technically female could we like, maybe, start dating.

He’s dead Jim.

Dammit. Now I’ve got the flu. What a day!

Messages from beyond the grave! Can you ask my great auntie Ethel who got Uncle Eric’s old Douglas motorbike back in 1930, Stu? Cheers! She’ll be wearing mutton chop sleeves and she has a lazy eye. You can’t miss her.

Messages from beyond the grave! Can you ask my great auntie Ethel who got Uncle Eric’s old Douglas motorbike back in 1930, Stu? Cheers! She’ll be wearing mutton chop sleeves and she has a lazy eye. You can’t miss her.[/quote]

Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. I’m perfectly fine (OUCH!)
I still have both of my feet (AH-CHOO!!!) and, well, most of my torso. It hardly hurts at all.

Stop milking it! And stop exaggerating in order to get sympathy. You’re not going home early!

If you have the swine flu, you may have to be culled.

I’m not complaining or anything. Seriously, I’m OK, but…

… I’m cold. VERY, VERY cold.