Well, okay, I had help, and my part involved lying on a table while a surgeon
poked around in my giblets and pulled out a kidney.
Yeah, okay, so I was unconscious and don't remember a damn thing for the 5 hours I was out, but all those medical people were depending on me to be there. Go Team!
In the past year, the Evil Evicted Kidney has made no attempt at contact, which is fine with me, since the little farker tried to kill me.
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