Missing body parts
Now there are some bits of your body you don't mind losing - my dad's just got rid of a kidney stone, my own tonsils once tried to asphyxiate me, and nobody wants warts.
Other bits are more useful - a family friend recently lost an arm... which would be OK if his job wasn't managing dis-armament talks.
What have you lost, and where did you leave it?
( , Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:22)
Now there are some bits of your body you don't mind losing - my dad's just got rid of a kidney stone, my own tonsils once tried to asphyxiate me, and nobody wants warts.
Other bits are more useful - a family friend recently lost an arm... which would be OK if his job wasn't managing dis-armament talks.
What have you lost, and where did you leave it?
( , Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:22)
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Not like your average story...
My dad's friend had a body part die inside of him. No word of a lie.
Years back my dad worked down't pit as all Yorkshire folk did. He worked with a man who, though a lovely bloke, had terrible breath.(And when you're a mile underground ain't no fresh air coming in).
The guy stopped coming to work and my dad asked his mum why. And was told he had two months to live.
Turns out the guy's lung had become blocked and died inside of him. The bad breath was the rotting flesh. He was never in pain. And died peacefully - and in true Yorkshire style joking to the end.
So whilst there will be the typical 'I knew a man with no finger rofl!' comments, imagine the man my dad was mates with, all those years ago, who lived for over a year with a dead, rotting lung inside his chest.
( , Thu 1 Jun 2006, 22:58, Reply)
My dad's friend had a body part die inside of him. No word of a lie.
Years back my dad worked down't pit as all Yorkshire folk did. He worked with a man who, though a lovely bloke, had terrible breath.(And when you're a mile underground ain't no fresh air coming in).
The guy stopped coming to work and my dad asked his mum why. And was told he had two months to live.
Turns out the guy's lung had become blocked and died inside of him. The bad breath was the rotting flesh. He was never in pain. And died peacefully - and in true Yorkshire style joking to the end.
So whilst there will be the typical 'I knew a man with no finger rofl!' comments, imagine the man my dad was mates with, all those years ago, who lived for over a year with a dead, rotting lung inside his chest.
( , Thu 1 Jun 2006, 22:58, Reply)
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