Sometimes, two heads ain't better than one...
Baby stable after second head removed .
Yea, you read that right. You definitely need to check that article out. Go ahead. Take your time. I’ll wait for you to get back. Just one thing, there’s a picture of the baby. If you're a bit squeamish (sissy), you may want to pass on the article. Cause I can guaren-damn-tee, even if you ain’t a bit squeamish (you’re still a sissy), you’re gonna wish you never laid eye one on that picture.
Dang! Is that fuckin’ creepy or what? Like, the Juice is almost at a loss for words…almost. Apparently the two heads shared the same brain. The Juice don’t know if that more amazin’ or more creepy. How do the doctors know which head to take off? Now I know what you’re thinkin’. You thinkin’: “the Juice, not only are you a fucking idiot, but you have no sense of class.” I would have to agree with you on both accounts. As would most of the Juice’s family. But, hear the Juice out. What if the “parasitic” head was really the head in control. Or, what if the “parasitic” head contained the beings soul? Huh? Think about that. They take off that head, and WHAM-O! No more soul. That would suck. That would be a big fuck you from good ol’ mother nature. Now, if this was a Twilight Zone episode, you dang well know that would be the case. Where Rod Serling when you need him?
If ya think about it, it’s pretty fuckin’ amazin’ that they were able to detach that other head. Like, do surgeons get boners off of cases like this? I bet they do. I bet they eat this shit up. They probably hang out in some swanky lounge, fucking hot strippers, talkin’ about all their crazy surgeries. Something like:
“Ya know Albert.” Francis says pluggin’ away at some stripper. “I once assisted removin’ a bullet from some red-necks head once.”
“Yea, that’s real nice.” Albert replies, holdin’ down the back of the head of a high priced blonde. “I just removed a “parasitic” head, from a 10 month old.”
Albert stops fucking the stripper, his fat gut rollin’ like a category 5 hurricane. “You did what?”
“You heard me, bitch. I removed a fully formed head from a ten month infant?”
“No shit”! Albert exclaimed.
“Hey, you idiot. I get paid by the minute. Are you gone yet?” The stripper under Albert’s fat gut called out.
“Oh, yea. Sorry.” Albert started up again.
“Ha! You’re such a pussy. Letting a stripper talk to you like that. No wonder they don’t you perform surgery.”
I’m willin’ to wager dollars to donuts, that those surgeons workin’ on that baby, are as arrogant as that scienticians who keep tryin’ to clone dinosaurs.
In any case, here’s hopin’ that baby’s gonna be ok. And it got to keep the soul. Not that parasitic head. Sheesh! That would seriously suck.
Yea, you read that right. You definitely need to check that article out. Go ahead. Take your time. I’ll wait for you to get back. Just one thing, there’s a picture of the baby. If you're a bit squeamish (sissy), you may want to pass on the article. Cause I can guaren-damn-tee, even if you ain’t a bit squeamish (you’re still a sissy), you’re gonna wish you never laid eye one on that picture.
Dang! Is that fuckin’ creepy or what? Like, the Juice is almost at a loss for words…almost. Apparently the two heads shared the same brain. The Juice don’t know if that more amazin’ or more creepy. How do the doctors know which head to take off? Now I know what you’re thinkin’. You thinkin’: “the Juice, not only are you a fucking idiot, but you have no sense of class.” I would have to agree with you on both accounts. As would most of the Juice’s family. But, hear the Juice out. What if the “parasitic” head was really the head in control. Or, what if the “parasitic” head contained the beings soul? Huh? Think about that. They take off that head, and WHAM-O! No more soul. That would suck. That would be a big fuck you from good ol’ mother nature. Now, if this was a Twilight Zone episode, you dang well know that would be the case. Where Rod Serling when you need him?
If ya think about it, it’s pretty fuckin’ amazin’ that they were able to detach that other head. Like, do surgeons get boners off of cases like this? I bet they do. I bet they eat this shit up. They probably hang out in some swanky lounge, fucking hot strippers, talkin’ about all their crazy surgeries. Something like:
“Ya know Albert.” Francis says pluggin’ away at some stripper. “I once assisted removin’ a bullet from some red-necks head once.”
“Yea, that’s real nice.” Albert replies, holdin’ down the back of the head of a high priced blonde. “I just removed a “parasitic” head, from a 10 month old.”
Albert stops fucking the stripper, his fat gut rollin’ like a category 5 hurricane. “You did what?”
“You heard me, bitch. I removed a fully formed head from a ten month infant?”
“No shit”! Albert exclaimed.
“Hey, you idiot. I get paid by the minute. Are you gone yet?” The stripper under Albert’s fat gut called out.
“Oh, yea. Sorry.” Albert started up again.
“Ha! You’re such a pussy. Letting a stripper talk to you like that. No wonder they don’t you perform surgery.”
I’m willin’ to wager dollars to donuts, that those surgeons workin’ on that baby, are as arrogant as that scienticians who keep tryin’ to clone dinosaurs.
In any case, here’s hopin’ that baby’s gonna be ok. And it got to keep the soul. Not that parasitic head. Sheesh! That would seriously suck.
posted by the Juice at 10:14 PM
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