when she says "No doctor, no obvious physical trauma, vitals are stable." vitals are stable at first sounded like "bibles are stupid". yes anyone else notice this?

very well put.

"that IS the problem... we don't know." she sounds oh so hot.

I may be a little behind, but isn't the docter's voice Justin? and I'm pretty certain the women's voice is Camella.

-Andrew

no shit...

Fucking awesome!

I still think she sounds short ... with fat arms.

She's probably smokin'.

yup, it's just so lame.... but maybe she is meant to sound hot, not like a nurse ? I mean, in real life we shuffle around in birkenstocks and shout after the doctor or just smack him with the charts, like, here, read.

there is nothing more beautiful then the sound of a woman's voice.






in either a time of emergency or in a time of medical need. That's why we all ran to Mummy's room when we stubbed our toe on the door in the middle of the night...

its my wife

pics?

if yr talking about my wife,they are in my closet.Help yrself

How beautiful is this song? I just love it - it was GORGEOUS live in Sydney. I don't listen to the words anymore.

camella is credited as the nurses voice if you go to butcherband.com
its under the bio

this interlude is a great catalyst for what is to come.

Oh--my Goddddd!!!!!
Does anyone else remember that little extra kid Oliver from the later episodes of The Brady Bunch?
I used to fantasize when everybody would leave the house that he was really Sam-the butcher and Mike Brady's REAL dead daughter's illigitimate love-child.
I know you all see where I'm going with this... like I even need to say anymore!
Everyone knows that Wilma-- no- Alice-the-maid actually wore the same unwashed blue-I -wanna-be -a maid -for Halloween-every-fucking-day untill my-lips completely-dehydrate-and -turn-into -powder-that smells-like-a grated-decomposed-ritually-sacrificed-Jesuit-sea-otter-menstruating-on-the side-of a-dirt-road politely-covered-in kitty-litter-with Woodland Fruit-Glade-so-your-shit-won't-stink-cover-up-for a-fragrant-moment-aerosole-spray C**t-that she always was and ever shall be.
And yet Oliver was so cute in a borderline-androgynous kind of way, with those little spectacles, like a cuddly little scientist who morphed himself into exactly what everyone would expect him to be to fill the everwidening Brady-Void that only hardcore heroin addicts can relate to on their worst days and only Sam-the butcher would see as a way of inculcating one of the first really virulent strains of e-coli directly into the human genome through as his reigning heir to the throne of His Divine Carnivouurous Grace, Oliver.
So, it's pretty apparent that even without the cryoenhancement conducted at the speed of very fast yellow, almost verging on yellow-green through a 3-microgigaliter alimony filament in suspension that the voice everyone hears is really very similar to the -no-matter-how you-look-@-it-you are -Right, if it makes-you-happy--postulate.
It's good to have a juicy little fantasy every once in a while.
But if you must eat meat and engage in full-throttle coitus, be sure to wash your hands before preparing the meat for consumption. You don't want it tasting like your own semen mixed with Summer's Eve in a crockpot on slow simmer.

Where did everyone go?

LOL! Yeah and a big black mole on her chin with just a tid-bit of hair protruding from it..