The Game has already ended therefore nobody can lose anymore (but then again, one cannot win.) British Prime Minister called it last year and said it ended. But glad you're back up and running!

Also, my new buddy Leroy Elizabeth Jenkins III applauds your recovery with a gurgle. I found her roaming in my house. She's a Green Anole and I'm keeping her. She likes to be pet, and she enjoys basking on the back of my hand/snuggling.

Anywho, together we boycott your next hospital trip unless you've got leukemia or your testicles are exploding rainbows. Or your nipples leak Kool Aid. Whatever shows up first.

Well Not leukemia... But not sure I would have an issue with my testicles exploding rainbows at random or My nipples leaking kool aid. At least then I could entertain myself with more than just writing my next stage set and fine tuning it. On the bright side. I have discovered an entertainment value of jello.

The stage! The stage! Where dreams come to be the subject of ridicule and folly! What witty one-liners about social standings shall be discovered? What? Vin Diesel has developed a love for all things phallical? I shall make note of this article of celebratorial whisperings and bring it to the attention of the masses! Oh how we laugh.

Of course, comedy is no Shakespeare. Give 'em hell, Trace. *hugs*

*hugs* Thank you, and while Shakespeare was a fine poet... (smirk) the social awkwardness of hitting on a male nurse for a bit. And having him flirt back. is far more entertaining when is wife walks into the room and unbeknownst to us catches him helping me change back into my normal clothing. I believe the comment she said was something along the lines of "If only your children could see this."

Without missing a beat I replied with "And his son probably would have looked at you and said 'told you so.' "

Yep I was still stoned on medication. but she turned beat red. Laughed. And walked out.

I wonder how they are doing now.

They're probably picking out lipstick together at WalMart. I swear that place sells everything from cosmetics to black-market body parts.

Probably. I know a friend of mine "adopted" their child from Walmart in Arkansas... aka they picked one out of the litter the guy had in a box. "Free to a good home"

LOL
"And please don't get him wet or feed him after midnight."