Doctors have determined man’s chest pains caused by Jesus in his chest.
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What I see is an AP chest x-ray with either pockets of fluid in his bronchials or scarring.
I spent a year as a file clerk in a radiology department, though, so that just makes me annoying, not an expert.
I agree with Mary Sue. It looks like he has bronchitis.
He needs antibiotics and rest. Possibly counseling.
Um … where’s Jesus? I don’t get it.
I’m pretty sure that I saw a clear image of Mandy, the Virgin Mary’s slutty sister. If I were that guy, he oughta swallow more condoms…like, to keep him safe and all.
Maybe he was a mule and one of the condoms burst, so this is post-mortem.
BTW. Ms. Fluffster,
just because you have a family and a household and a job that needs attention, doesn’t mean I don’t miss you and your posts. Are you going to make me wade through all the feces at Crazy Ass’s, just to find you?
Ah feel like a Truffle sniffing pig; so much dirt to root through and so little to savor.
Eileen …. Where are you ….? Echo …. Come back ….
R U ok? Missing your presence in the blogosphere.