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Cross-Post: The Event, Part 5

Lulu: “Dada has posted another entry in his series about his ruptured cerebral aneurysm in November.”
Chaplin: “This is Part 5, AKA ‘The One Where Dada Gets Discharged From The Hospital’.”
Charlee: “Ooh, that’s my favorite one.”
Lulu: “Mine too!”

Once I was well enough to leave ICU, the hospital transferred me to the “step-down unit”, also called Telemetry. (If you never heard of a unit called “Telemetry”, you’re not the only one.) I was moved by wheelchair on Saturday evening, schlepping most of my stuff—my blanket and pillow from home, the get well cards I had accumulated, the posters made by our friends’ daughter, pictures of the animals, and, of course, Substitute Charlee—on my lap. The rest of the stuff was transported in a bag by a courier, A.K.A. my wife.

via The Event, Part 5

flying the koop!!!

hello nice reederz its dennis the vizsla dog hay wow it shoor is gud to be a dog agin insted of a chikkin!!! speeking of wich we wer hoping we mite git to play with the alien chikkins gun but unfortchoonatly it was slitely aksidently destroyd wile we wer fiting over it:

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I Want To Believe

After coming within yards of the underground kingdom of the gophers, my graduate assistant Mutt and I were prevented from entering that fabled realm by the untimely arrival of two FBI agents determined to find out all the details of my adventures that began with my discovery of the Kong of the Gods and ended when I returned to Earth courtesy of the crew of the Heart of Gold.  Despite my pleas to be allowed to finish my work underground before being taken into custody, they insisted that Mutt and I accompany them back to FBI headquarters.  Mutt, being underage, was soon released, while I, despite being a famous scientist and archaeologist, was detained and subjected to a lengthy interrogation.  What would these FBI agents do if they learned the truth?  We will see …

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