This, dear friends, is what I promised earlier:
* @DocWebstr falls over, helpless with laughter over something he just said on the phone to Herself.
<@DocWebstr> See, one of her CDs has been lost for a while, now - Loreen McKennit's "Book Of Secrets". I just found it, and called to tell her so.
<@DocWebstr> Well..
<@DocWebstr> In my sleep befuddled state, I referred to it as Lorena Bobbitt's "Book Of Secrets".
<@DocWebstr> It gets better - Ranada comes back "What the hell would she release as a CD - chopping noises?"
<@shaper> LOL...Doc, that's a great underground classic.
<@DocWebstr> shaper - Yah. ;)
<@DocWebstr> Well, when the whole Bobbitt fiasco went down (uh... so to speak) I forget-which-program-it-was mentioned how they managed to retrieve said member.
<@DocWebstr> They found it in a field across the road from a 7-11, see..
<@DocWebstr> Well, they *wanted* to put the thing on ice to get it back to the hospital.
<@DocWebstr> Problem.
<@DocWebstr> This was in the middle of the summer and the 7-11 was out of ice.
<@DocWebstr> Except for..
<@DocWebstr> Slushies.
* @DocWebstr starts giggling again... Sooooo they plopped Mr. Happy into a grape slushie and hied them to the hospital.
<@DocWebstr> Now..
<@DocWebstr> Want to take a wild guess as to what I was drinking at that exact instant when I heard this story?
<@DocWebstr> To this day, I can't drink a grape slushie.
To which Shadowcat responded..
<@shadowcat> freudian slurp?
