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Don't start. You can't even tell the Cassidy brothers apart.

It all goes back to the cigarettes - if you don't see them, you can't smell them.

Tower?Tower? Not in this lifetime.

A multinational singing group named after a Mongolian warlord singing in German about Russia. (I've also heard them described as Russian Power Rangers.)

Yes indeed, that was Charo (I had to google her because I wasn't sure she was still alive).

All of the above.

You think it's bad now, wait until you start hallucinating.

No. That was David. Shaun was on The Hardy Boys. If you're going to reference the 70's, do it right or don't do it.

And we have some lovely parting gifts for you.

Well, as I said, 6 weeks for a specialist isn't bad at all. And please watch the term "mill doctor." One might easily assume that you're upset because you're not getting your Vicodin as quickly as you'd like (which is why I asked for clarification).

If he's a specialist and it's not an emergency, a month and a half actually isn't too bad. What, pray tell, is a mill doctor?

Saturday night trivia - Benny Andersson and Björn Ulvaeus wrote the music for "Chess"

I assume a lot of things. I don't know why; it always ends badly.

Find me a mention of microchips in the Bible or any non-canonical writings (anywhere from Jubilees and Enoch to the Gospel of Judas and the Gospel of Thomas) and I'll give you a cookie. Actually, I know almost nothing about microchips, but depending on how much information you could put on them, it might be a good idea; there have been times when I'd have given my eye teeth for a patient's diagnoses, medications, and allergies (and maybe a copy of their most recent EKG).

No worries. Ave Satanas!

Questionable Expectations (My lab partner and I named our first genetics lab report "Corn and Punishment," so this is not without precedent.)

And sometimes, there isn't a reason...Sometimes I wake up just panicky, and I stay at low level panic all day. I don't even know if it's mental health, or if everybody has days like that.

It's a reptile. They're not known for being very demonstrative.

You mean that somebody shoved an oxygen tank down your throat and blew it up with a bullet? (Gotta say, I hate when that happens. Headache for days.)

Sounds like my back yard - and everybody wants me to mow it and get rid of all that atmosphere.

A geode that my daughter gave me for a housewarming gift. It's got to be millions of years old.

Divine intervention does require two parties, it's just not necessarily much fun

That's not an idiom. I don't know what it is, because I wasn't an English major, but I do know that it's not an idiom.