Hey guys! Just thought I would let you know that my cadaver is a chubby individual. His name is Klaus, and he seems to be raised on a largely german diet of fattening sausage, thick dark bier, and cheesy kraut. I have spent a significant portion of my gross anatomy lab time giving this clown a liposuction the hard way (ie without suction, but more slicing with a scalpel). Tomorrow I turn him over and cut right into the heart of his germanitude: his BierBelly. Have a nice day doing whatever it is you do (Steve-O, pretending to do work in his cubicle but really playing some sort of computer game, one involving cooking without cleanup, Michael struggling to overcome his diabeetus while performing emergency surgery on furry monkeys, Geoff learning how to do all our taxes and save us from the Man's wrath, Matty doing something that makes you just say "really?", Dave attempting to learn Portuguese by repeatedly watching City of God, Ali probably losing something or running late due to poor planning/general space cadet disorder, Patrick probably insulting someone and apoligizing before the person actually realizes they have been insulted, Jordan inputting information in his PDA about his next 10 meetings while simultaneously presenting in (you guessed it) a meeting, and of course Tyler strumming his guitar in a dark room lit only by a dim desk lamp, about to commence writing a 15 page paper due in 6 hours, with no shirt having just woken up from his afternoon nap, and of wearing his retainer.)

Love,
Brown Bear