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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core blimey
one time when i was making apple sauce with my grandma (as you do when youre 8), i was core-ing apples with one of those core-ers. you know, the circuar knife things.
silly me
i hold the apple at the bottom, and plunge the knife through the apple and through my hand
luckily the bones in the back of my hand stop it from going all the way through,
but my grandma had to deal with a screaming 8 year old who wouldnt stop running. she just wanted to take the knife out, but i didnt want her to touch me because it would hurt. like the bloody thing didnt hurt in the first place...dont question an 8-year-olds logic...
later on in life, around 11, i was in school in resistant materials (aka woodwork) and was using the sander. and sanded the end of my finger off. due to the absense of a teacher at the time, whod just gone into the stockroom, my friend decided that the best thing to do would to put some varnish on my bleeding finger to hold the blood in. no. the doctors had to sedate me to get the varnish off with something like turps or whatever.
another time, i broke my friends kneecap with a rounders/cricket ball. told her to walk it off.
she tried, and crumpled to the floor, screaming in agnoy.
( , Fri 2 Jun 2006, 13:07, Reply)
one time when i was making apple sauce with my grandma (as you do when youre 8), i was core-ing apples with one of those core-ers. you know, the circuar knife things.
silly me
i hold the apple at the bottom, and plunge the knife through the apple and through my hand
luckily the bones in the back of my hand stop it from going all the way through,
but my grandma had to deal with a screaming 8 year old who wouldnt stop running. she just wanted to take the knife out, but i didnt want her to touch me because it would hurt. like the bloody thing didnt hurt in the first place...dont question an 8-year-olds logic...
later on in life, around 11, i was in school in resistant materials (aka woodwork) and was using the sander. and sanded the end of my finger off. due to the absense of a teacher at the time, whod just gone into the stockroom, my friend decided that the best thing to do would to put some varnish on my bleeding finger to hold the blood in. no. the doctors had to sedate me to get the varnish off with something like turps or whatever.
another time, i broke my friends kneecap with a rounders/cricket ball. told her to walk it off.
she tried, and crumpled to the floor, screaming in agnoy.
( , Fri 2 Jun 2006, 13:07, Reply)
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