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Interesting fact: Did you know if you took a man's small intestine, and laid it out along a straight line, he would die?

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paradigmshifty
Jul. 27th, 2005 06:30 am (UTC)
4 miles of tubing in your abdomen, through which the food passes at 1 mile per hour.

Which of course means that none of the food that reaches your stomach is ever really fresh.
designadrug
Jul. 27th, 2005 06:44 am (UTC)
And I thought we were all the same on the inside :P

(The eosophogous is about 40 centimetres straight to the stomach from the mouth, the small intestine from duodenum to ileocal sphincter is about 6.3 metres, and the large intestine from ileocal sphincter to rectal sphincter is a further 1.5 metres. Numbers Average/Approximate.)
paradigmshifty
Jul. 27th, 2005 06:47 am (UTC)
Yes, yes, I know all that. But why let mere facts get in the way of a good comedy line? :-)
designadrug
Jul. 27th, 2005 06:48 am (UTC)
Errr....because I've got no sense of humour?
paradigmshifty
Jul. 27th, 2005 06:49 am (UTC)
You must have. You like AJ :-)
darcrider
Jul. 27th, 2005 07:57 am (UTC)
What that quote doesn't tell you is that the smell is usually enough to put a person off tearing out someone else's intestinal tract and laying it out in a straight line.

If you *must* do it, wear a filtration mask.
psuedonym777
Jul. 28th, 2005 12:49 am (UTC)
Hahaha! Nice sneak attack. Didn't see that coming till it landed on top of me.
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