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Hellooooooo???? Man, this place is empty tonight! Just returned from seeing the French painting exhibition (from the Walters Museum in Baltimore) at the Nelson Atkins Museum here in KC...wonderful. Altho, I oil paint as a hobby, so I probably enjoyed it more than most.

Let's hope the above mentioned car accident doesn't turn out like this one:

Mrs. Jones gets a call from the hospital.
> They tell her that her husband's been in a terrible
> car accident. She rushes to the hospital, runs in to
> the ER and says her husband's been in an accident.
>
> They tell her Dr. Smith is handling the case.
> They page the doctor. He comes out to the waiting
> room to see a terribly upset Mrs. Jones.
>
> "Mrs. Jones?" the doctor asks.
>
> "Yes sir, what's happened? How is my husband?"
>
> The doctor sits next to her and says, "Not good news.
> Your husband's accident resulted in two fractures of his
> spine."
> "Oh my God" says Mrs. Jones, "what will be his prognosis?"
>
> "Well, Mrs. Jones, his vital signs are stable.
> However, his spine is inoperable. He'll have no motor skills or capability. This means you will have to feed him."
>
> Mrs. Jones begins to sob. "And you'll have to turn him in
> his bed every two hours to prevent pneumonia."
>
> Mrs. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly.
>
> "Then, of course," the doctor continued, "you'll have to
> diaper him as he'll have no control over his bladder and
> of course these diapers must be changed at least five
> times a day."
>
> Mrs. Jones begins to shake as she cries, sobs, wails.
>
> The doctor continues: "And you'll have to clean up his
> feces on a regular basis as he'll have no control over
> his sphincter. His bowel will engorge whenever and quite
> often I'm afraid. Of course you must clean him
> immediately to avoid accumulation of the putrid effluent
> he'll be emitting regularly."
>
> Now Mrs. Jones is convulsing sobbing uncontrollably
> and beginning to wither off the bench into a sobbing
> pitiful mass.
>
> Just then Dr. Smith reaches out his hand and pats
> Mrs. Jones on the shoulder.
>
> "Hey, I'm just fucking with you, he's dead."