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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appendix, ear, elbow
The first part I lost was my appendix. Woke up one morning, and started vomiting. Still vomiting 3 hours later, dad decided I needed to have my appendix taken out. It was full of worms, apparently, which sounds quite apalling.
Fast forward many years to a drunken fight where my attacker bites off the top part of my left ear. Clean as a whistle, but now not terribly pretty. (one of the only other fights I've been in I lost the contents of my bowels - but I did win the fight against an enormous drugged up pimp).
More years pass, and I fall off my push-bike at 3mph hopping up a kerb. Result, two broken arms, and I now have a stainless steel radial head, because the other one was rubbish and had to go. Quite frankly, the new one is pretty shit, too. I creak like a church door.
( , Fri 2 Jun 2006, 12:52, Reply)
The first part I lost was my appendix. Woke up one morning, and started vomiting. Still vomiting 3 hours later, dad decided I needed to have my appendix taken out. It was full of worms, apparently, which sounds quite apalling.
Fast forward many years to a drunken fight where my attacker bites off the top part of my left ear. Clean as a whistle, but now not terribly pretty. (one of the only other fights I've been in I lost the contents of my bowels - but I did win the fight against an enormous drugged up pimp).
More years pass, and I fall off my push-bike at 3mph hopping up a kerb. Result, two broken arms, and I now have a stainless steel radial head, because the other one was rubbish and had to go. Quite frankly, the new one is pretty shit, too. I creak like a church door.
( , Fri 2 Jun 2006, 12:52, Reply)
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