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Friday, January 27, 2006

Freedom! Freeeeeedom! I got me Freedom!

"Cast away thy Canes and crutches - thou art whole" saith the doctor. "Walk! Yeah verily I say, walk." And so I stood and walked erect - my knuckles mere centimeters off the floor and I could walk and stand and.....

Okay - what was really said after a few questions about my foot and said the pain and vein event, was/is related to the [seh-bite-iss] (sorry don't have the proper spelling) but my ____ is well enough I can walk on it without aid of the crutches now. So I gladly put the crutches away - I hate those cursed crutches - although the did come in handy and were needful, I still despise them. I really do.

I'm going to trust this new doctor - despite some concerns. After all, his treatment worked better than my former doctor. Right? Right. There is no need in me over worrying myself into becoming a hypochondriac. Wait! Should I be treated for that too? Oh great! Now I need sugar pills to cure this disorder!!! Oh man! I'm starting to see things - I see YOU! and YOU and YOU and...

My apologies. I guess the hypochondria jesting has been done to death by various peoples over the years. I couldn't resist it though. Oh come on! Come back here. I wont do it again.. really! Jeesh - everyone is a critic. Anyways - I am free from my crutches (for now) until the next ailment comes along.

Posted at 11:53 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Thursday, January 26, 2006

Doctah-Doctah

I'm going back to the new doctor in the morning (friday) afore cause of me ____. When I sleep or take a nap my ____ experiences a really killer amount of spasm oriented pain. After such an episode a vein what is situated on top of my foot just were my big toe meets the ____ all the way across the ____ up to my ankle rises like a big blue snake. It flattens out after a little while though.

I'm not sure what that means but I guess its better to check it out. I mean, my _____ is an important walking tool. I gotta admit not being able to walk on my ____ without the use of crutches is wearing thin on me noives. I can walk mind you - but if I'm not using my crutches and walk on my _____ , the _____ starts swelling lawts and lawts.

HA! Once again.., I knew you was waiting for me to mess up and actually say the word, foot. But I made it through without mentioning, foot, not once. No, not even once did I mention, foot. Sorry to disappoint you all - but when I determined I wasn't going to mention my foot, I meant it! So in your face! in your face! Muahahahahahaaa!

Posted at 05:21 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Imaginary Friends and Lovers

Ever hear that song about the "Imaginary Lover"? Well - my imaginary friend went away and now I got an Imaginary Girlfriend!!! And let me tell you - she's lewkeeng geud! She's real pretty (assuming you could see her) and she talks a lot like Charo, the Spanish guitarist/singer/actress/comedian.

My Imaginary Girlfriend's name is, Lucinda Juanita Juandice Delecroix Jemenez Dominique and here is the imaginary email she sent me this morning....,

Dear Customer

We were hoping to avoid taking such drastic action but your failure to pay your agreed monthly.....

WHOA! Wrong Email. Hold on a second....... ****sifts through email**** ....., okay, here it is. Here's the lovely romantic email I got from my Imaginary girl friend, Lucinda Juanita Juandice Delecroix Jemenez Dominique ...

Dearest Daveman...,

Ju make me to have my hart swell to big paddy-booms. My leeps wan to tuch jur leeps because, jur leeps is so fat like sessy sponges of luf. Pleese - pleese make the sessy keessy face for me jus wan more time, my sessy Daveman?

Ju ha make me so very happy my heeps wiggle and jiggle and R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r Coochie- Coochie, yeehaa! See what ju do to me my Capi-tan Daveman? Make with the keessy face to me now! I wait for ju my luf!!! An when ju come, bring a ring or ju are a dead man.

Sincerely, Jur Imaginary Girl Friend..,

Lucinda Juanita Juandice Delecroix Jemenez Dominique

You know what? I'm beginning not to like this imaginary girlfriend, already. Have you priced imaginary rings, let alone ever seen one? Besides - my lips ain't fat! What noive! and that trilling coochie-coohie was annoying enough when Charo did it. Suppose Lucinda stood up in a restaurant and did that? I'd be so embarrassed.

FOOT REPORT: Except for a smooth surfaced slight puffiness - the foot looks good. Oh and there is still a red patch on my foot. Not really as much red as it is pinkish/tan type of appearance. And certain ways I move my foot as I try to exercise it causes some pain similar to a slightly sprained ankle and across the top tendons. I may reschedule an appointment to see Dr. Krishna to see if the skin infection is purely a secondary condition. I really cant see how a skin infection can cause pain "in" the ankle and tendons.

Posted at 07:34 am - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Guess What! Go Ahead, Guess!

Thinking - thinking - thinking - thinking - Thinking - thinking - thinking - thinking - Thinking - thinking - thinking - thinking - Thinking - thinking - thinking - thinking - Thinking - thinking - thinking - thinking - Thinking - thinking - thinking - thinking - Thinking - thinking - thinking - thinking.

.... and I got nuthin ....

Brain hurt, knuckles dragging. Overhanging brows drip with swear. There's nothing worse, except maybe a messed up _____. You see that? I went out of my way not to mention my foot! And I did that just for you the reader. I bet you are so very proud of me. I know I am. Herb - stop that snickering. Thats Scott's job. Your job is to try and look schoolury.. errr.., scholarly or sumpin' prestigite like that.

I'll think some more and get back to you on whatever results from all that thinking. Surely there's something swimming around in this cranial mass worth blogging about. Somewhere.

Posted at 03:59 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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Monday, January 23, 2006

I'm Nawt am Aminul!

People look at me weelly strange lately. I am nawt an aminal, I'm a mayun! A hooman beyun! Shoot my guts out do I not die? Stab me enough do I not leak blood like a stuck hawg? Beat me till I'm black and blue do I not haul your glutious maximus to court and sue the pea soup out of you? I am nawt an aminal! Animals cant sue, hello!

I walk funny thats true. Listen, I got problems. But the doc says I'm much better now. NO! Not THOSE kinds of problems.., geesh! Ya macaroons! I got a messed up foot. Get a clue. I was amazed to see a reasonable facsimile of a foot this morning though still puffy somewhat. Rather than jinx myself my saying its almost well - I wont say that. I'll just leave it at a vague implication hoping my foot is too stupid to catch on.

I have a two day restraining order put on me to stay 5 feet away from AbbyNormal's blog residence when she and the Blog Police found out I was the ringleader in the party at her blog while she was away and Herb ratted out my Identity as, "Da Boss, Daveman Guido", head of the organization otherwise known as, "Thugs-R-Us". By the way, Herb. Your membership is under review. Scott - did we get that fresh shipment of cement shoes in yet? AHEM!

Anyways...the rumors of KevenTheOneArmedBoy's disappearance are false. I had nothing to do wit his vanishing act. Besides, hes a very good swimmer I hear. I'm sure his body - erm - he will emerge somewhere. Kev, get the Blog Fuzz off my back and post sumpin already and clear my bad name.

My last word for today?? Ssprite. All is forgiven. I do not hold you responsible for joining Herb in ratting me out. In fact you should be getting a package today sometime by the parcel service. Our Black Unmarked Vans.., I mean.., the new UPs trucks are fairly well timely. FTS - will attest to that. ***wonders if the boys let fts go yet**

- Oh well. Later yous guys and gals! And uh.., I'll be watching you..

PS.., Penny.., that gnome in your yard... silence is golden.. aint it funny how gnomes tend to trip, fall and break sumpin?

Posted at 01:55 pm - Scribbled out by Daveman the Cool
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