Gold dust will make you rich, except when you grind it down into "nano particles" that magically adhere to cancer cells... wha-a-a-a? OK, so colloidal gold seems to be effective.
I'll tell you one thing about me: if a doctor tells me that he got all the cancer cells in my system and I'm entirely cancer free, then saints be praised. Even if it took out a minor part of what makes me unique, I'd be grateful. Tonight's episode features a spoiled bimbo who is the music industry's current diva who may find her singing abilities impaired because she has throat cancer. In the parallel universe of Bullcrap Heap, autotune doesn't exist.
Meanwhile, Louis doesn't look any different. Bell's risky application of an unapproved drug has him looking worried.
Crazy drug addiction vector: oxycontin prescribed for dental pain leads to heroin addiction. Uhhhhh, ok. If you say so. Turns out a pregnant woman got all addicted and now she wants to get clean. Well, good for her. Except, at 30 weeks or so her baby decides to start coming out and has to be put into a "womb simulator". Geordie and Data work on this device feverishly so that the alien parasite can breathe in oxygenated liquid. Wha-a-a-a-a? What show is this again?
The diva doesn't like the grocery store lilies imported from Tesco, and hates the feng shui. Bell kicks the bitch out. And then his staff convinces him that he should take his private jet to get her back. Wha-a-a-a-a-a? They don't have transporters? Can't he just beam over? He manages to get her to come back to have artificial vocal cords inserted into her throat.
So, she starts her recovery: no trauma at her throat: no bandages, no scarring, no nothing, and she starts singing: la de daa ahem la dee daaaaah ahem. Did they give her an entire artificial throat?
Later Bell walks through the artificial corridors to check on his artificial patient Louis: OH NOES! His artificial bed is empty! Where is Louis? He's with his artificial nurse Nina (she with the artificial mammaries) artificially walking. Bell is artificially relieved that the artificial drug didn't artificially kill him.
Zero out an artificial 10.
Note: the quote in the title is from HIGH ANXIETY (Brophy played by Ron Carey)
I'll tell you one thing about me: if a doctor tells me that he got all the cancer cells in my system and I'm entirely cancer free, then saints be praised. Even if it took out a minor part of what makes me unique, I'd be grateful. Tonight's episode features a spoiled bimbo who is the music industry's current diva who may find her singing abilities impaired because she has throat cancer. In the parallel universe of Bullcrap Heap, autotune doesn't exist.
Meanwhile, Louis doesn't look any different. Bell's risky application of an unapproved drug has him looking worried.
Crazy drug addiction vector: oxycontin prescribed for dental pain leads to heroin addiction. Uhhhhh, ok. If you say so. Turns out a pregnant woman got all addicted and now she wants to get clean. Well, good for her. Except, at 30 weeks or so her baby decides to start coming out and has to be put into a "womb simulator". Geordie and Data work on this device feverishly so that the alien parasite can breathe in oxygenated liquid. Wha-a-a-a-a? What show is this again?
The diva doesn't like the grocery store lilies imported from Tesco, and hates the feng shui. Bell kicks the bitch out. And then his staff convinces him that he should take his private jet to get her back. Wha-a-a-a-a-a? They don't have transporters? Can't he just beam over? He manages to get her to come back to have artificial vocal cords inserted into her throat.
So, she starts her recovery: no trauma at her throat: no bandages, no scarring, no nothing, and she starts singing: la de daa ahem la dee daaaaah ahem. Did they give her an entire artificial throat?
Later Bell walks through the artificial corridors to check on his artificial patient Louis: OH NOES! His artificial bed is empty! Where is Louis? He's with his artificial nurse Nina (she with the artificial mammaries) artificially walking. Bell is artificially relieved that the artificial drug didn't artificially kill him.
Zero out an artificial 10.
Note: the quote in the title is from HIGH ANXIETY (Brophy played by Ron Carey)
