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his surgeon in the nurses locker room. He was a brute and he was raging all over the hospital looking for me to rip my testicles off. I know, he screamed it over the PA system. That was my very first professional page. Osten, I'm gonna tear your balls off!" Every body convulsed with laughter. Shannon was grasping her throat with her tongue out the side, rolling her eyes, while Bill Natureman was babbling about mouth to nose first aid, the coffee snot sucking maneuver with variations on that theme bouncing the table perimeter. Finally eyes landed on Belachnik who gave in. "Body building!" forgetting the medical premise, but nobody cared. "I was in a championship pose off in a little jock strap. Lots of onlookers. Big stakes. I had consumed lots of beer, sauerkraut, and beans the night before, I squeezed so hard in a most muscular pose.." demonstrating a chest puffing that nearly split his shirt, "..that I farted. So I just went for it.. It was huge minute long trumpet of a fart that drowned out my posing music, I Gotta Be Me," as he howled at his own retelling. When the tears stopped, he added, "And I won. Nobody ever did that before." As the hysteria broke out all over again. "Hard to hide stool stain in those little pants! Ha ha ha." Denise was paralysed in guffaws on the floor. "Don't teach Lamaze!" and they all broke up again. Mary Richards related giving communion and ashes on ash Wednesday in the overflow room adjacent the chapel when a young boy stepped up. He seemed insecure and was about to ask something when she instructed him to open his mouth, quickly placing the bread host on his tongue and crossing his forehead with ashes. He seemed stunned, but asked, unable to dry swallow the bread, "Where ith thothal thervith-thiths?" "Next room on the right," she acknowledged, his yarmulke more obvious as he left.