It's very hard to type out the verbal equivalent of sitting here grinning like a fool. But that's what I'm doing.
YAY!!!!
Ogged's stomach will stay!
awesome.
Ogged, I know you're reading, so congratulations, amigo. I'll take the credit for this one.
Go Maroons! Crescat scientia gaster excolatur!
In other ogged-related news, yesterday I was sitting on the train next to a very persian-looking dude, and my thought process went persian-->ogged-->"wait, ogged is in chicago right now, that could totally be him."
'Cause all Mexicans look the same, of course.
Excellent news, yes. Does the multidisciplinary committee include linguists and mathematicians? Historians and Women's Studies-ists?
Wow. Congratulations, dude. Your stomach RULES!
So when's the celebratory gluttony tour?
That's wonderful...all kinds of happy thoughts for you.
Woo ogged's stomach hook 'em woo!
Fuck yeah.
Oh, THANK GOD. Congrats, Ogged. Don't ever scare us like that again.
I credit the healing powers of blogging. If you keep blogging, you'll be immortal.
22 is exactly right! Hook'em ogged's stomach!
I think Ogged should now join the competitive eating circuit. Got to appreciate what you have.
competitive eating != appreciating your gut.
But it does = showing it who's boss.
Stomach digests rock! Stomach wins!
Congratulations!!! That's fucking awesome.
Thank goodness. Because if they'd told you you couldn't eat me after the operation, I don't know what I'd have done.
Thank goodness. Because if they'd told you you couldn't eat me after the operation, I don't know what I'd have done.
35 should have been something about being let up in them guts.
I swear I only posted that once! The server must be excited too.
Thank goodness. Because if they'd told you you couldn't eat me after the operation, I don't know what I'd have done.
Dude, unless someone else is posting under my name, that comment is just spontaneously reposting.
All y'all impersonators, knock it the fuck off. Thanks.
You see what happens when you start messing around with Labs' cock?
Thank goodness Ogged (PBUH --> pastry be unto him).
YAAAAAY!
The Perils of Pauline got nothing on Ogged.
45: I would say more like "pastry be upon him."
Literally.
I'd like to hear from ogged's stomach. How does it feel about the excellent news.
Also, I await the day when one of 'Smasher's friends has a dangerous accident with a hook, gets better, and 'smasher yells his celebratory "Woo! Hook'em!"
I'm actually wondering if maybe O hasn't developed an ulcer from worrying about this. If so, can he sue the doctors?
Pizza be upon him! Pies be upon him! Pastrami be upon him!
Also, he should eat something nice.
Also, he should eat something nice.
We're all dancing around the p word, aren't we?
Well, it would suck if he turned to stone right after not having stomach cancer.
TittiesStomachs! Hooray!
(and eb, shhhh! Don't ruin the solemnity and magic of this moment by telling me I'm pwnd by 2.)
Also: glad you're okay ogged, and hope your mom is too! You are still losing a kidney though, right? Best of luck and health with that.
You are still losing a kidney though, right?
Because if you're not sick at all, we're all coming out to Chicago to kick your ass for scaring us like this.
Isn't it odd to be all, "yay, it's only kidney cancer!!"
This is where the doctors were lying all along in an elaborate ruse to force you to reevaluate and appreciate your life. Go celebrate.
to reevaluate and appreciate your life
...and realize that your true love was right before your eyes all along, isn't that how the script goes?
O joyful news!
I have the silliest smile on my face.
Congratulations, Ogged -- and now that you're cured, I can say the following in response to Silvana's comments:
I saw a Persian guy the other day, too, walking around in a store, but I knew it couldn't be Ogged because he was with a woman.
And also because I do actually know what Ogged looks like, but that kind of ruins the joke.
This is wizard cocksucker news! Fuck motherfuck yeah!
Thou unravish'd urger of appetite,
Thou ruminant yet Churning with hot Chyme,
Blog-inspiring organ, who this fortnight,
Held us hostage and worried all this time.
What cells diffuse can hold us in their thrall?
In the Daleys' Chicago wondered we.
What men or docs are these, bringing us woe?
A second opinion comes, thundered he.
'Ogged's stomach has been reprieved: that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'
Whew. Very good news. Congratulations, ogged.
Hot fuckin' damn! Also, YEEEEEE-fuckin'-HHHHHHAWWWWWWW.
Also, I think the stomach should now suck it the hell up and whomp the tar out of that kidney until the kidney straightens up and flies right.
ash
['Good stomach! Good boy! Now get in there and rip some heads off!']
L. wins. (with 74 a close second. But it's disqualified as unsigned.)
Praise Allah, or whomever the Mexicans worship, for this wonderful news! Congratulations, Ogged!
74 deserves to be credited by name. Why not sign it?
Pheew!!! [long exhale] well, alright!
You take care of that stomach, kid.
I confess that I was a bit confused b/c the multi-disciplinary committee bit was so clever as to almost seem like satire, and I was worried for a second that perhaps we were jumping to conclusions, but no, all is well, so Congratulations! good news ogged.
74 deserves to be credited by name.
Oh, that was me. I'm especially fond of "What men or docs are these," but I amuse myself pretty easily.
The whole thing's pretty special.
