Two brothers made it to 6'1, two sisters to 5'10". I just kept going, like a delphinium, till I was sure I couldn't buy clothes off the rack any more. Bad decision.
Yesterday two young 'uns from the Alleyn School, very posh!, showed up in the laboratory for teenage "work experience". She kohlenraabenpechschwarz and barely over five feet, he 6'9", white, hands latex-ungloveable, Shrek with better ears. I was cutting in a pancreaticoduodenectomy specimen when one of the histotechnologists ushered them in, asking if the kids might watch the process of examination, description, sampling for later microscopic study. My God, I said, looking at the two of them, it's the Lord of the Rings tour, they've sent us a hobbit and an ent. Dylan the Ent and I bonded quickly. Having to purchase shoes on-line, or on shopping trips to Amsterdam, as a shared experience -- powerful. Turns out, though, he has a hotmail.co.uk e-address. Learning something like that about a new acquaintance...
i picture hungarians as small, wiry and impeccably tailored/shod. one out of three, not bad.
and, hurray for the alleyn school. there really isn't anything like showing kids what grownups do at the office, and the office itself. you could drone on and on about what a -- forensic liver guy, is that what you are? -- does, and yet one encounter with somebody at work making slides will stay with those kids the rest of their lives. good on you.
finally, how you say in english kohlenraabenpechschwarz? kohlrabi shaped child with black pecs? and, how does one glove those of you with ham hock for paws?
You missed the Earl Butz Goes Dutch joke -- for "marijuana cafes", read "warm places to shit".
Loose shoes, yeah, it's a Scandodutch thing. Those boys are just bigger and so the range of shoes, clothes, hat sizes on offer is skewed my direction. As my four-foot-tall Japanese histopathology professor told me one day after scanning me up and down, shaking her head and clucking her tongue once, sadly, "Waste of material." True that. You could have made two Professor Hashidas from me, no question.
Black as (back to front) pitch, a raven, coal. Black as the innards of a cat inside a sack, I've heard said in English. Heap 'em up, those intensifiers, and pile 'em deep.
The gloves... Dylan the Ent will have to deal with wrist-outward ischaemia for the rest of his life if he enters medicine. Law or finance, say I to him, finger laid wisely aside nose. Finance or law.
The afternoon light is glinting across the tops of the peaches on the tree.
is everyone in your fam tall?
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Yesterday two young 'uns from the Alleyn School, very posh!, showed up in the laboratory for teenage "work experience". She kohlenraabenpechschwarz and barely over five feet, he 6'9", white, hands latex-ungloveable, Shrek with better ears. I was cutting in a pancreaticoduodenectomy specimen when one of the histotechnologists ushered them in, asking if the kids might watch the process of examination, description, sampling for later microscopic study. My God, I said, looking at the two of them, it's the Lord of the Rings tour, they've sent us a hobbit and an ent. Dylan the Ent and I bonded quickly. Having to purchase shoes on-line, or on shopping trips to Amsterdam, as a shared experience -- powerful. Turns out, though, he has a hotmail.co.uk e-address. Learning something like that about a new acquaintance...
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and, hurray for the alleyn school. there really isn't anything like showing kids what grownups do at the office, and the office itself. you could drone on and on about what a -- forensic liver guy, is that what you are? -- does, and yet one encounter with somebody at work making slides will stay with those kids the rest of their lives. good on you.
finally, how you say in english kohlenraabenpechschwarz? kohlrabi shaped child with black pecs? and, how does one glove those of you with ham hock for paws?
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Loose shoes, yeah, it's a Scandodutch thing. Those boys are just bigger and so the range of shoes, clothes, hat sizes on offer is skewed my direction. As my four-foot-tall Japanese histopathology professor told me one day after scanning me up and down, shaking her head and clucking her tongue once, sadly, "Waste of material." True that. You could have made two Professor Hashidas from me, no question.
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The gloves... Dylan the Ent will have to deal with wrist-outward ischaemia for the rest of his life if he enters medicine. Law or finance, say I to him, finger laid wisely aside nose. Finance or law.
The afternoon light is glinting across the tops of the peaches on the tree.
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