SoCS; organ

Organ. What the heck kind of prompt is that? No, don’t change it to organize… it’s about organs.

Tee Hee. Organ…. all of a sudden I’m 13. (nudge nudge wink wink)

I love my organs. They are all functioning well and I appreciate them for that.

My favourite organ joke is in “The Meaning of Life” when a recruiter is going door to door looking for organ donors.  A door opens with a Rastafarian-bedecked man with smoke pouring out of the house.

“Would you like to donate your organs?”

“Sure, but I’m using them right now.”

The next organ that comes to mind is when I was ‘turning’ vegetarian. My mother had instilled the need of eating liver once a week to stay alive. One day I opened up the slab of liver I had bought and it grossed me out so much I never ate it again.

But the grossest thing is paté de foie gras.  To get this they force feed ducks or geese until they are sick and weak with fatty livers. It’s that fatty liver they claim is so delicious. What the hell is wrong with people?

That’s all I got to say about organs.