Simo
Professional Watermelon Farmer
Alas, footie PJs are almost unheard of here!
What? This must be remedied! They are the best of the best, in PJs, period.

Alas, footie PJs are almost unheard of here!
I apologize on behalf of non-furries. If it's any consolation, they probably will be serving a life prison sentence at some point in their pathetic lives.Don’t you hate those memes that are actually blatant shooting threats like “when you’re shooting up a furry convention and the FBI shows up and helps?”
Fuck those people
Those are LITERAL SHOOTING THREATS
“when you’re shooting up a furry convention and the FBI shows up and helps?”
It wasn’t supposed to be funny. It’s an actual problem.
A bird literally grabbed the wall outside my office and stared at me for two minutes. Photo proof in the photo thread.some one tell me a funny story from work
do it
It wasn’t supposed to be funny. It’s an actual problem.
There is no funny side of death threats and discrimination.the real problem is you cant see the funny side of it
some one tell me a funny story from work
do it
God damn. You work in a loony bin?So I am a nurse. I work in a maximum security forensic hospital for the criminally insane. A nut house for violent criminals basically.
The hospital I work at is a rather old building. Roof leaks when it rains, there's asbestos in the ceiling in certain parts, and its kind of a shit hole. Now, the hospital is laid out in "Units" which are basically wards where anywhere from 20-46 patients stay. Almost all the units have the exact same layout and are stacked on top of each other in groups of 2. So you have a downstairs unit and an upstairs unit that is directly above it and is a mirror image layout of the floor below.
So in one of the upstairs units, there was a really psychotic patient. He was one of the hard cases that we have to bust out the big guns and put him on Clozaril. Now Clozaril is an extremely dangerous drug. Lots of side effects, but it works really good for fixing crazy. One of the side effects that it causes is constipation. Now constipation is a really dangerous thing. You don't poop, then it backs up, hardens, becomes impacted and bursts through intestines so patient either dies of sepsis or has to shit out of a hole in his stomach into a bag for rest of his life. We don't want that. So what do we do? We put him on stool softener and laxatives. Unfortunately for him, he has a bad reaction to the laxatives and is having explosive diarrhea every night in his dorm. Like... paint the walls, omg, diarrhea. He cant help it. Hes got about 2 brain cells to rub together after huffing too much paint in his teens. He cant make it to the bathroom. So yea, every night. Ker-splat. Diarrhea everywhere. Gross.
Now!
In the unit downstairs. In the dorm that is directly below our poopy, upstairs friend, apparently the nightly explosion has been so disgusting and fluid it managed to seep through the floor, through the ceiling, and into this poor bastards room.
Naturally upon seeing this, he burst out of his room yelling, "THE WALLS! THE WALLS! THEY'RE LEAKING POOOOOP!!!! AUUUGH!"
Now this guy he was known for constantly having visual hallucinations and delusional behavior. So the staff there were accustomed to him crying wolf about things. They gave him a PRN and sent him back to bed. This went on for a few days until finally the shift lead went into his dorm to reorient him to reality only to discover,
"Oh... the walls actually ARE leaking shit. Well damn."
They then got the ceiling fixed and balanced the upstairs guys meds so he didn't blow out, but this poor fool had to live in a room where the walls leaked shit for a few days and no one would believe him.
And that's my funny work story <:
So I am a nurse. I work in a maximum security forensic hospital for the criminally insane. A nut house for violent criminals basically.
The hospital I work at is a rather old building. Roof leaks when it rains, there's asbestos in the ceiling in certain parts, and its kind of a shit hole. Now, the hospital is laid out in "Units" which are basically wards where anywhere from 20-46 patients stay. Almost all the units have the exact same layout and are stacked on top of each other in groups of 2. So you have a downstairs unit and an upstairs unit that is directly above it and is a mirror image layout of the floor below.
So in one of the upstairs units, there was a really psychotic patient. He was one of the hard cases that we have to bust out the big guns and put him on Clozaril. Now Clozaril is an extremely dangerous drug. Lots of side effects, but it works really good for fixing crazy. One of the side effects that it causes is constipation. Now constipation is a really dangerous thing. You don't poop, then it backs up, hardens, becomes impacted and bursts through intestines so patient either dies of sepsis or has to shit out of a hole in his stomach into a bag for rest of his life. We don't want that. So what do we do? We put him on stool softener and laxatives. Unfortunately for him, he has a bad reaction to the laxatives and is having explosive diarrhea every night in his dorm. Like... paint the walls, omg, diarrhea. He cant help it. Hes got about 2 brain cells to rub together after huffing too much paint in his teens. He cant make it to the bathroom. So yea, every night. Ker-splat. Diarrhea everywhere. Gross.
Now!
In the unit downstairs. In the dorm that is directly below our poopy, upstairs friend, apparently the nightly explosion has been so disgusting and fluid it managed to seep through the floor, through the ceiling, and into this poor bastards room.
Naturally upon seeing this, he burst out of his room yelling, "THE WALLS! THE WALLS! THEY'RE LEAKING POOOOOP!!!! AUUUGH!"
Now this guy he was known for constantly having visual hallucinations and delusional behavior. So the staff there were accustomed to him crying wolf about things. They gave him a PRN and sent him back to bed. This went on for a few days until finally the shift lead went into his dorm to reorient him to reality only to discover,
"Oh... the walls actually ARE leaking shit. Well damn."
They then got the ceiling fixed and balanced the upstairs guys meds so he didn't blow out, but this poor fool had to live in a room where the walls leaked shit for a few days and no one would believe him.
And that's my funny work story <:
Yesterday I was trying to clean one of the outtake nozzles for the fish tank system and turned it the wrong way. The thing shot off like a rocket, I got soaked, and had to walk the new manager through how to shut the system off because I had to use all my strength holding it back enough so I didn’t get more water everywhere faster.some one tell me a funny story from work
do it
God damn. You work in a loony bin?
what a poor bastard ay
It was funny somewhat.the real problem is you cant see the funny side of it
...But in light of what happened with MFF chlorine gas attack, but we should dial it back a bit.There is no funny side of death threats and discrimination.
I'm doin OK. Just finished another exam and next Wednesday I have two more in nutrition and anatomy. It's stressful, but the semesters nearly over.How are folks today?
Anybody heard about the joint strike in Syria?
Concerned, preliminarily OK.How are folks today?
Please update me.Watching closely...