Shadow's song, come along, sing the story low Night and day, shadows play, midst the winter snows Cross the night in shadows' flight far from seeking eyes Dost thou know here below Why the shadows cry? NsB 27.01.03Waiting for it to be 2:00 and Dr. Smith to come and lecture for the afternoon lab. I don't want to be here. I so don't want to be here.
On the other hand, McBride did his lab on male genital system in something like 20 minutes, especially the gross specimens. Especially the invasive squamous cell carcinoma of the penis.
Big Scott: Is...um...that a post-mortem specimen?
McBride, squirming: No, actually, it's a surgical one.
Scott, turning pale: They just...cut it off?
Big Scott: That must've left a hole.
McBride: Well, unless they had some left over...
And from there, it turned into the Typical Male Jokes. We were laughing so hard.