how can an honest-to-god Pagan remain a Pagan, when all these wonderful are praying for him, and he's ALIVE AND WELL AGAIN?

I went into surgery at high on, on March 15, 2208. Hey, I just noticed, high noon! You know, the gunfighters duel it out on
the streets of a sleepy little western town! A parody!

Anyway, there I was, in this chilly surgery room, with people
rushing every direction. I am shove into this cove, away from
the main hub, and brainiac. I am told to sit up on the table.
"Oh no," I think, "they're going to shove that needle up my back
again."
"Alright," a voice says, "you'll be feeling sleepy soon, so let's lie on your back again."
That was it!
The next thing I saw was my wife's smiling face. That first night is a nothing to me. I hardly remember it, and yet, I can't forget it! I didn't sleep at all, until well after midnight, when they finally gave me some Diladid, my all-time favorite drug, and I became the rock, with zzzzz's! The next mroning Doctor Joudi came to see me and uttered the six most beautiful words I've ever heard in my life.
"I think we gor it all," Diane and I hugged, as I shook the docor's hand. And I want you to know, that really hurt to hug her.
And, the Epideral was still in me!
"Easy," Doctor Joudi said, "I don't want to have to go back in
THERE! It was like a thick jungle in there!"
"More biopsies will be coming back, but the tumor was enclosed, so
we'll wait to make sure, but I think we got all of it!"
A day leter they pulled the epideral out, and two days later he said that, "everything else came out clean." I was clean! Hey, this dirty old man is clean!
I may continue with my huge penchant for being a complete smart ass!
Yahoo! Yippee, kai ay!
Hot damn dog!
I am the luckiest man in the world. Either that, or...you means it's true! There is a

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