All my body parts,
From the Where Lost Things Go challenge. See all 90 entries (closed)
( , Mon 5 Jun 2006, 3:32, archived)
It was a chillingly cold day in december, when my mother comes home from work, and reliably informs me, as mothers are wont do, that my cousin's lost his arm.
I'm in the middle of a smashing game of sonic the hedgehog, (I'm that young and it was that long ago) so I don't pay too much attention to her.
Turns out the poor twit has lost both arms in a machine breakdown at work. He worked in a septic-tank making factory or something mad that did complicated metalwork, and one of the feeds has stopped feeding a metal pipe out of itself. I'm sure you can guess what happened next.
'Do you reckon there's a blockage? I'll just check'
'AHHH! WTF! FFS! AAH!'
A few years ago I was given 'diluted' cocaine by a doctor to try and diagnose some irritant problem with my sinus'. Turns out they're royally f***ed, and I had an operation to hack out half my nose. Thankfully I didn't end up looking like that god-awful, erm, single-nostrilled woman. I don't think it shows much now, but I still remember going in and having the nurses say, 'Alright, count back from ten'
'10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. I'm still not unconcious'
'Try it again dear'
' 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. I think you should give me some mo- '
That's the thrilling story of my body-part-losing exploits.
I'm in the middle of a smashing game of sonic the hedgehog, (I'm that young and it was that long ago) so I don't pay too much attention to her.
Turns out the poor twit has lost both arms in a machine breakdown at work. He worked in a septic-tank making factory or something mad that did complicated metalwork, and one of the feeds has stopped feeding a metal pipe out of itself. I'm sure you can guess what happened next.
'Do you reckon there's a blockage? I'll just check'
'AHHH! WTF! FFS! AAH!'
A few years ago I was given 'diluted' cocaine by a doctor to try and diagnose some irritant problem with my sinus'. Turns out they're royally f***ed, and I had an operation to hack out half my nose. Thankfully I didn't end up looking like that god-awful, erm, single-nostrilled woman. I don't think it shows much now, but I still remember going in and having the nurses say, 'Alright, count back from ten'
'10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. I'm still not unconcious'
'Try it again dear'
' 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1. I think you should give me some mo- '
That's the thrilling story of my body-part-losing exploits.
From the Where Lost Things Go challenge. See all 90 entries (closed)
( , Mon 5 Jun 2006, 3:32, archived)
wow.
looking down the board, this place has gotten really retarded at night.
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Mon 5 Jun 2006, 3:44,
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Goes awful to the epsidode of SGC2C Im watching.
UI just realized how much he looks like GOB bluth.
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Mon 5 Jun 2006, 4:05,
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I know.
Having to pull another all-nighter and I still keep finding distractions.
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Mon 5 Jun 2006, 4:54,
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Know what goes well with lasagne?
Curly fries. Don't know if you get them down your way.
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Mon 5 Jun 2006, 3:56,
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Really? I should try lanasge and curly fries in the near future.
Theres an arbys ner by will there curly fries do?
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Mon 5 Jun 2006, 4:07,
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Oh come on.
Please. Only older users get to post like retards today.
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Mon 5 Jun 2006, 4:06,
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THERE'S ALWAYS HELP IN THE KITCHEN WHEN MEATBALLS ARE ON THE MENU
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Mon 5 Jun 2006, 4:43,
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