Posted on 01/03/2005 5:08:54 AM PST by Ellesu
the teacher in my sisters mommie and me class stated that if a child knew what an enema was it could be that they are an abused child...
My sister and I always knew what an enema was because my father was a chiropractor, my grandmother was an RN. The discussed colonics and enemas as well as many other subjects to do with treatments on the human body.
I do not understand it. It was brought up in the class that a child who knows what it is can be an abused child.
no way.
Oh Judith Anne!
I'm not connected to the medical profession in any way, call me squeamish Suzie.
As far as I'm concerned, people in your profession are saints.
I keep up with the various flu season nasties having an 8-year-old, but that's nothing compared to people in the health professions.
God bless you all! I admire you.
Trust me. If you have ever played with one of those fluid filled balloon tubes that fall through your hand when you try to squeeze them then you'll know what if felt like. ;o)
I've heard that too.
"Unfortunately it also backs right up to the issue of those who seek to dump on the medical profession. Those who are required to carry Malpractice insurance really get a hosing, while the insurance firms are sitting pretty. But the costs trickle down and the customer has to pay it in the end. No Ifs, Ands or Butts about it. Some actuaries probably have spreadsheets about this, showing all the rectal-linear coordinates...."
LOL! You win...hands down.
That is too funny. ;o)
Hey Eeeeek lookie here ya can give up yer Avon and Tupperwear route now !! The perfect work at home thang ya been looking for !!
Is this why the HFD fined you for messing with their fire hydrants ?
Same as the LA building code inspectors don't enforce in the Chinese and Mexican neighborhoods. With all kinds of illegal additions for cousins or grandma or grandpa .... I know what a curandero is. We have illegal alien dentists and doctors working out of their apartments in South Florida. Can you imagine the drilling sound if you live next door?
I remember a crackdown in LA a few years ago. People died. Seems one of those curanderos was giving injections (Lord knows what was in them) in the back of a "gift shop". I have no idea what a gift shop is.
In a chiropractic office ?????
Oh yea .. that makes sense / sarcasm >
As a man gets older the most horrible awakening in his life is to look in the mirror and realize that thing he's been so proud of all of his life actually looks like a button on a fur coat.
Serves the same purpose.
Dangit TC - You almost made me spew Corn Pops all over my keyboard & monitor. *LOL*
Well, now, you know, if
we bear in mind Steve Goodman's
country song staples,
we can make a start
at a good ol' country song
about enemas:
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The pickup truck was getting wet
but it wasn't from the rain
outside the garage
The howling sound was loud
but it wasn't a train whistle blowing
by the crossing gates
I couldn't take a picture
cause they'd send me back to prison
but, oh, people you should see --
chorus:My Mom's giving herself an enemaYesterday my girlfriend got drunk
in the back of my pickup
and she's screaming with each squeeze of the bag
My Mom's giving herself an enema
in the back of my pickup
and I know I'll never find enough rags . . .
kicked my dog
and burned down the outhouse.
This morning my girlfriend passed out
in the ashes of the outhouse
and my dog ran away.
This afternoon I broke all the strings
on my guitar when I took a look outside
and saw the mess in the yard and the garage --
chorus:My Mom's giving herself an enema
in the back of my pickup
and she's screaming with each squeeze of the bag
My Mom's giving herself an enema
in the back of my pickup
and I know I'll never find enough rags . . .
This is the fountainhead of country music, Grasshopper.
I got called away
before I typed the last verse.
Here's the romance part:
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Tonight the house is quiet and dark.
My dog came home.
My girlfriend's in the kitchen.
I'm trying to watch SportsCenter on TV.
There's a feature on the Pack,
and they're interviewing Brett Favre.
It would be a perfect evening
for necking with the girlfriend
'cept for the screams still coming from the gargage!
chorus:My Mom's giving herself an enema
in the back of my pickup
and she's screaming with each squeeze of the bag
My Mom's giving herself an enema
in the back of my pickup
and I know I'll never find enough rags . . .
As George Costanzo would say, considerable shrinkage.
George Castanza kills me. Shrinkage is of great concern while swimming in cold water. But I have to say Texas Cowboy bowled me over with the button on a fur coat remark. This has been a uniquely gutter trash, locker room delight.
I don't think I have anything more to say on rectums, smell, pessaries, or red buttons on fur coats. Perhaps some armpit comments might arise, but unless there are any takers tonight, I'll save them. I really wouldn't want my kids to read this thread.
Holy Sh-t!
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