Read this -- my latest on Forbes -- if you want to read about porn.
This morning, I had someone stick some radioactive dye in me. Then they stuck me in a machine.
When the machine was done, the woman announced, "I'm going to check your images." Then she walked out of the room.
The bed I was lying on wasn't fully out of the machine, so after she walked out, I kept sliding out on this bed. Which wouldn't have been a problem. Except the wires connected to the electrodes stuck to my chest got caught on something.
As I rolled out, the heart monitor got disconnected, and I flatlined.
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