I’ll see your Rice Crispies, and raise you a chicken
In responce to: Everyone has a gross food story, The Captain's Rebuttal, and my own Filthy Tart.
There are all of these really nice food carts down by the Main Library. There’s a Sushi cart, Greek, Southern, Athenian, Jamaican, and a couple Thai carts. Two winters ago I went to one of the Thai places for curry chicken. It was really good. There were still a few bones in the chicken, but I was famished, so I was happy to throw them out. Being winter, I kind of had a cold. About a half an hour after lunch I felt a sneeze coming on. I grabbed a Kleenex just in time. Thanks to the gallon of snot that came out, it didn’t hurt at all to have a two inch long chicken bone come flying out of my nasal cavity.
How do you like them apples?
There are all of these really nice food carts down by the Main Library. There’s a Sushi cart, Greek, Southern, Athenian, Jamaican, and a couple Thai carts. Two winters ago I went to one of the Thai places for curry chicken. It was really good. There were still a few bones in the chicken, but I was famished, so I was happy to throw them out. Being winter, I kind of had a cold. About a half an hour after lunch I felt a sneeze coming on. I grabbed a Kleenex just in time. Thanks to the gallon of snot that came out, it didn’t hurt at all to have a two inch long chicken bone come flying out of my nasal cavity.
How do you like them apples?
14 Comments:
You'd have to be careful - you could put an eye out with a badly aimed nose-bone launching.
I still can't figure where that little bastard was hanging out for half an hour. I mean really, I only did coke that one time.
hmm...if I knew you a little better I'd probably be wondering where in your head we could find a large, vacuous cavity capable of storing a chicken bone for half an hour. Seeing as I've never actually met you and don't know how easily a comment such as that would offend you, I won't make it.
I've met him! And I have greatly offended him in the past.
So you're saying a bone decided to crash on a sofa somewhere in your head and you didn't know about it until it decided to leave?
Whoa dude!
This changes things.
I just related this whole story to Miss Kate non-blog style (ie., she is in the room with me and we were doing this thing which she likes to call speeking.
Her reaction: "Did he CHEW?"
Well, not the bone. Duh!
By "did he chew" I believe she meant "in the process of mastication, didn't he notice that there was a two-inch bone in his mouth before he swallowed it."
I DIDN'T SWALLOW IT!
You know I meant to point out, since you do know me and may sympathize, there was a brief moment in time when I didn't know exactly what it was. And the thought did cross my mind that it may actually have been a part of me, rather than just my lunch.
"What kind of skull bone looks like that?"
I am WAY confused. You didn't swallow it? It came out your nose. So are you saying it was in your mouth for a half hour? Or did you insert it directly into your nose.
You may need to start at the very beginning and explain this step by step.
Therein, I think, lies the mystery.
Where was the offending chicken bone for the half hour? What was it doing? Who did it see? When was it really lodged in Sylow's head? Why had it been placed there? (that's all 5 I think)
We may surmise that it was not masticated and swallowed, becuase any normal person would notice a 2 inch chicken bone while chewing, even if it was covered in thick curry sauce. Also, we can assume that the good Sylow wasn't storing it in his mouth, as he surely would have been aware of this. The nasal sinus, while large enough to hold a 2 inch chicken bone, is inconviently located, but a possibility.
I suspect a party, or parties yet unknown, planted the chicken bone in Sylow's head at some point in the past for reasons unknown!
(I'm feeling very Mulderish today)
It was in my Nasal Cavity.
http://health.allrefer.com/health/foreign-body-in-the-nose-nasal-anatomy.html
I need someone to let me know when you guys have finished this conversation. I'm not coming back until then.
Don't you work in a place with a whole bunch of medical books?
Miss Kate, we need you now more than ever.
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