18 Comments Posted by Tucuxi (Chippy)

My former supervisor/director went to Cornell, and he tells me that there have been more than a couple suicides by students jumping into that gorge. This is the first time I've seen the gorge he was talking about. Wow.
I see an alligator!

Anyone down for some Gator Golf?
Oh LOL, Milk of Magnesia. Them's for poopins. Reminds me of those old Phillips laxative commercials. That lady was so damned happy about her bottle of constipation aid!

Well, I guess I'd be happy too if it worked.
During my marine science internship, we used a smaller-scale version to dry tissue samples in the histology lab. I cannot even begin to describe the smell that oozed into the room when we opened those doors. Enough to put even the worst compulsive eater off lunch.
Nah, Nilsen, it's Lonely Chair speed dating! Lonely no more!
Aw, looks like they're having a party!

Chair keggers get pretty wild.
To contribute something productive-

Given it's a TB hospital, the most logical guess would be that it's a mobile chest X-Ray.
WALL-E!!

Or Johnny 5 from Short Circuit.

Seriously, I can't be the only one who sees this...
It almost looks like it fell right through the floor, though apparently that's not the case.

Mr. Motts, have you even been present in a building when a floor collapsed or something came through a ceiling? I always imaging the deafening sound it must make when something gives way in a condemned building.
Ash, people with TB often lived in these hospitals for a very long time. They had all the comforts of home such as salons and exercise rooms. TB is very contagious, so they were essentially quarantined. In this way, the outside world was brought to them.
I agree with what was said before. I messed with the contrast a bit on my laptop and it says Ann Hansen.
Those are some wicked ugly granny panties.
Gainfully employed? Well, I'm employed alright, but all I'm "gaining" from it is a load of misery. I hate hospitality.
I didn't know the Aflac duck knew how to hold a can of Krylon.
Calling someone a "retard" is reserved for those with such a limited vocabulary that they cannot think of something more creative. However, it's even more pathetic when they can't even spell the word right. "Retart"? What is that? Like a SweeTart with twice the sour?