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Monday, August 30, 2010

"You Don't Need A Degree To Be An Orthopedic Surgeon"

Enough with the charts and graphs, professor, I've already got a double major in street sense and down home country wisdom.

("An arm isn't supposed to throw something at 150 miles per hour" was the B-side of that comment, which I guess is the sum total of Orthopedic surgical knowledge. Then they go home, kiss their wives, and sleep the sleep of the righteous.)