May 24, 2006

Bill Frist: Gorilla Surgeon!

Frist joined the team, as he had on other mornings, tying on a mask. He unbuttoned his business shirt, revealing jungle-pattern surgical scrubs and a pair of hairy, toned biceps.
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posted by kirkaracha 17 years ago
  • Catkiller.
  • MonkeyFilter: The stink of ape sweat and gorilla testosterone
  • "A little bit like Superman," WTF! Ha ha ha!
  • "When Kuja started to stir, a veterinarian injected more anesthesia." Thems Washington Post reporters shore know how to grammar.
  • That article is utterly shit. A fluff piece, hideously badly written, which reads like a fucking satire. Unbelievable dross.
  • But it's the Washington Post! The voice of reason! Truly for true! Myself, I thought it looked, and read, like a crap piece of drum-rolling propaganda. Gearing up for 2008 perhaps?
  • Oh, please let Frist run!
  • Don't underestimate the power of the Ape-with-angina vote. They're the new soccer moms.
  • Obviously, Laura Blumenfeld needs to get laid.
  • Well she can get in the fucking queue then.
  • /rimshot
  • Why didn't they start with "Once Upon a time..." ACK!
  • Bwa-ha-ha.
  • Is it me, or does this article smack of fan fiction? "And then Frist bent the reluctant nurse over the gurney..."
  • "And then Frist bent the reluctant taxpayer over..."
  • What an egomaniac. "I gravitate towards insurmountable problems," Frist said, his long legs spilling between the front seats. "I try to use creative solutions." One day, he hopes to cure AIDS or cancer. He sucked on the stem of his glasses: "The typical person around here may not understand." The whole thing with the dog heart was pretty creepy too. Like his big kick is being in charge of whether something lives or dies.
  • He sounds like someone with Asperger's Syndrome. A high achiever in a specific field, but totally out to lunch as far as empathy. Then again, he's a politician, so he's probably just a common-or-garden narcissist.
  • The stink of ape sweat and gorilla testosterone soaked his hair and clothes. ... Frist smiled and spoke unremarkably from the lectern, reeking of silverback testosterone. Dang! You think the man would shower after that.
  • No, he always smells like that.
  • Yeah. That dog thing was pretty creepy.
  • Do you have a vague feeling that he was perfecting his dating technique before taking Mrs. Frist to see a man without a heart (and who knew he knew Cheney at college?)? Other dream dates include burning stuff and wetting the bed.
  • Sticking bangers up frogs' arses.
  • He explodes frogs?!?!?! Ah, the horror.
  • If only he worked on fish. He could be the next Sturgeon General.
  • Man's a bass turd. Ooops!
  • Frist joined the team, as he had on other mornings, tying on a mask. He unbuttoned his business shirt, revealing jungle-pattern surgical scrubs and a pair of hairy, toned biceps.
    WHEW! I THINK I COULD USE A SHOWER MYSELF RITE ABOUT NOW IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN AND I THINK YOU DO
  • Et tu WaPo?
  • One day, he hopes to cure AIDS or cancer. Yeah, how is that going? Doing a lot of research, or hoping for an intuitive breakthrough? Horrible article.