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Your's probably wasn't in a garage though was it. You and your horse tranquilizers, you probably thought the skeleton he had in his office was cute It ain't fun having things down there cut on...and then by an angry man too...fear that ya wuss.

Katie, irreversibly an only Child Katie, irreversibly an only child It was much worse than I thought. I've never thought of myself as being particularly squeamish or anything...I can watch myself get shots and give blood. And I've never been overly sensitive to pain to my knowledge although I've always enjoyed the pain medications. But this was much different. I kept my eyes closed from start to finish. I didn't want to see what tool he had in his hands or know what he was up to, I could feel the pulling and tugging, and believe me, that was a living nightmare. To begin the day, I had to shave myself, which in itself was kinda scary. Then when I got to the doctor's office the nurse told me she had to shave me. I said, "That's quite alright mam, but I did that this morning as the instruction sheet advised so we're OK in that department". She said rather menacingly, "Well, just lay back and I'll make sure you did a good job", as she proceeds to do her own shaving. And then she let me know that I did a good job while pointing out a few cuts that I obviously already knew about. I said, "yeah, I figure the worse part is over", joking that those little nicks I gave myself were probably as bad as it would get. I'll never forget the strange look in her eyes as she said something like, "Yea, you're probably right, Dr. Bobbitt will be right with you". Little did I know that I was in for one of the worst experiences known to man. Well, let me back up a few minutes. After my doctor's consultation, which was nothing more than the doctor asking me if I was done having children and that we would consider this an irreversible operation, he led me to the 'slaughter room' and told me to strip from the waist down and sit up on the table. I sat there about ten minutes with no pants on, facing the door trying to locate the fan that seemed to be aimed right at the shaved area? Then the nurse walks in and looks right at them and says, "You want one of these robes to cover up with". Now why couldn't the doctor have told me about the robes, I think I already hate him. So I cover up my privates with the paper robe. I'm feeling a little better now, more protected, but that's when the nurse pulls out the razor. So now we're caught back up. In walks the doctor and we do the normal joking around, I tell him to be careful down there, he laughs and said he hasn't cut one off in a long time, yada-yada-yada. That's when I closed my eyes, I could no longer block it out. I had sudden painful clarity on what was just seconds away from happening to me. I didn't want to see any needles or scalpels in his hand. I never opened my eyes again until he said, "You're done, no sex for 3 to 5 years". Hey, that was fine with me. So it's time for the local anesthesia. Well, a little stick and we'll be numb, have the minor surgery done and be on our merry little way, right? Not exactly...the doctor didn't tell me the normal, "OK, you're gonna feel a small stick", like they do when you get a shot in the arm. He said, "Take a deep breath, hold it, and don't move". Maybe I should have realized what I was in for then, but I didn't. So he gets a good grip on them, which in itself seemed really rude, and sticks the needle in about eight to ten inches. I squiggled a bit, but that's just normal survival instinct for a man since we have been taught from day one to guard that area with our very lives. He stopped and said, "you can't move now" in a deep, authoritative voice, and he somehow manages to tighten his grip, that's when I realized there must be at least four hands down there. And then he stuck the needle all the way into the heart of his target, at least another foot. I had no idea he would need to go that deep, nothing in life ever prepared me for an event like this, I had no way to anticipate what was gonna happen and so I jumped through the ceiling...what in the heck was I supposed to do anyway? Well, Mr. Dr. seemed to get all mad as he yelled, "You can't move, you can't move, this is very dangerous, now I've stuck myself with the needle" in a shrill, girly voice. And then he promptly left the room. To be honest, I couldn't see why he was so upset, I was clearly the victim here, how much pain could he possibly be in. My pain was tremendous, even though it was mostly psychological. If I were doing his job I would be wearing a teflon body suit, was he that naïve! Dude, I only did what I have been trained to do...what a girl! I'm not sure how long he was gone, probably no more than 3 or 4 minutes, but I had time to fantasize that me and the good doctor had reversed roles and now he was laying there on the table, oh yeah, now let's see who flinches! So I was laying there with my eyes closed, as vulnerable as I've ever allowed myself to be. No pants on, clean shaven, facing the door, waiting for a man with needles and knives, a man that I know is angry with me, to come into the room and do God only knows what. I recently saw a story about a surgeon that carved his initials into a woman's belly as he delivered her baby, and come to think of it this guy kinda favored him. The more time I have to think about this, the more I believe that I should just jump up, get my pants on and skedaddle the heck outa dodge. Even if I do use this doctor for my procedure I want him to have days, weeks or even months to put this episode behind him. What am I saying, I can't let this maniac touch me again, I'll just get another doctor all together, one that I don't have a history with, maybe I'll ask to be sedated next time, out cold, so I won't have to suffer so profoundly. That's when I heard the door open, I kept my eyes closed and tried to get back to my fantasy , in case he held a chain-saw or machete or something, I just didn't want to know anymore. Maybe he would tell me he was injured so badly he couldn't continue. I couldn't seem to find the way back to my happy place. Well, it was pretty anticlimactic from there on out, he finished up in about 5 or 10 minutes, tugging and pulling like a madman, and then he left. The nurse gave me two specimen cups and said they need a sample in 6 weeks and a sample in 12 weeks to be sure if the procedure was successful. But regardless, I won't be back for this procedure again, not unless I'm totally sedated. It was very painful, I wish I could erase the entire memory. Jan 22, 2002

I better rethink that okra huh? Is it an aphrodesiac or something . But it could come in quite handy for me seeing as I been fixed? Dude, you ain't been fixed yet? You need to think about it...for real I'll post the story I wrote about my experience

I love okra in soup...ummmm-ummmm Can't put enough okra in soup for me

Yeah man...that got my mouth to waterin

The only ceramic I've ever cooked on personally has been a K. From what we know, Dennis has made many improvements on the tiled ceramic cookers, but you didn't even consider the other tiled thingee (and why should you ). As far as the BGE and the Primo being cheaper, I'm not so sure on the BGE. If you compare the lowest priced KK (textured non-OTB) with the highest price BGE (x-large is probably same size) you are about equal. Then look at what Dennis includes with the KK and start adding up the plate-setter and all of the extras you'll need to buy for the BGE. The KK may even be cheaper. It's a tough decision that ultimately...only you can make All 3 will cook great food. Of course, me an Porkchop chose a KK

Well, I didn't mean reusable cooking objects. That's kinda outta the question. I meant tables, lump holder bins, flower pots, etc.

We could start a business re-building those old K's into usable objects. There are starting to be more and more of them around

Good, we gonna be talking trash about you for about 2 or 3 weeks...then we'll delete the threads

Well it's only been a week

I believe that Labs smiling. Those are smart animals. He knew what that thing was, didn't he?

Brisket's are still better tasting to me OK, I've done the chuck roast and it was dang good. I'll be eating on it for awhile sense I'm basically the only one in the house that eats meat. But there is nothing that can match the flavor of that brisket...I'll do a brisket next while I still have some foodsavered bags of chuck roast and can really do a side by side. Briskets still rule man!

You is the mostest intelligent person I know. All you got left is 2 brain cells...but them is some smart ones

I remember years ago seeing a K on a webcam. It had a battery (or electric or whatever) screwdriver attached to the bottom draft somehow and the guy could control opening and closing the draft door at work. Can't remember if he did anything with the top or not and not sure if he knew the temp other than a cam pointing at the thermometer. He, that was high tech back then

Yes please...I thought it was already available.

A herd of buffalo can move only as fast as the slowest buffalo, and when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular culling of the weakest members. In much the same way the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, we all know, kills off brain cells, but naturally it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, constantly making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.

TNW, what happened to the compare thingee you had on your site? I was gonna post a link but couldn't find it?

Yes, very much worth it. I'll give you $30 American cash for the Guru (worth it for me anyways )

Sanny, Today I brought in grilled chicken...so you can give me a smiley OK? Well, they're legs, so the dark meat may get me a smaller smiley

Welcome Snapper. There have been no tile troubles as of yet. Maybe Dennis should jump in and try to explain why he thinks the other company has had the tile troubles and then explain why he thinks he has the solution for the tile troubles. In fact, this may be one of those things Dennis needs to sticky somewhere so we can point potential customers to the answer. It may come up often

Gerard, does it come with that delectable just-used smell?

He looks so at peace

Yeah, there's a couple of folks I share with at work...way too many for a big feed though.

Better take some to your cardiologist next appt, too. That dang Sanny is turning into Gerard isn't she? Come on girl, where's all that "over exuberance" you once brought to the plate I ain't trying to live forever, just trying to live

Today it was pulled beef...yesterday babyback ribs....the day before pulled pork. They hate me.