I have a pic somewhere of my mom, around 1969, kneeling over one of these in a small roadside rest/layby, heating up beans and weenies.
I have a pic somewhere of my mom, around 1969, kneeling over one of these in a small roadside rest/layby, heating up beans and weenies.
In my family it was my maternal grandmother who owned one of those. My grandfather used it to cook chicken in lemon sauce, and it was the most delicious chicken I have ever tasted in my life.I have a pic somewhere of my mom, around 1969, kneeling over one of these in a small roadside rest/layby, heating up beans and weenies.
Pretty sure that's a wrench...
In my family it was my maternal grandmother who owned one of those. My grandfather used it to cook chicken in lemon sauce, and it was the most delicious chicken I have ever tasted in my life.
I´ve never had an MRI, but I did have a CT scan a few months ago.
There I was , naked from the waist down, with this wonderful Indian lady , poking around my privates with a roll on deodorant thingy, talking avidly about Indian food...
Ya gotta pay extra for that.Um, she didn't mention that you don't have to be naked for a CT Scan?
You can wear a hospital gown.
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..... an then she took me for my CT scanI´ve never had an MRI, but I did have a CT scan a few months ago.
There I was , naked from the waist down, with this wonderful Indian lady , poking around my privates with a roll on deodorant thingy, talking avidly about Indian food...