Dedicated to my sister, lj.
No, seriously.
No.
No I did not.
Asshole.
I can’t have anatomically incorrect Halloween decorations
Dedicated to the amazing Mary Roach.
It became a house rule: I’m not allowed to talk about anatomy during dinner.
Actually happened to a coroner friend of mine. He got a grant to do plastination, and he was doing it in his spare time in the morgue. His coworkers and colleagues smelled basically cooking meat and asked if he was making beef stew. He didn’t have the heart to tell them what it really was.
Anatomy Skull—now a real thing!
And you can make your own here! Don’t forget to submit them!
(please do I’m already running out of my own jokes)
