“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I DID open it. I was saying I don't even want to know how they managed to DO that. OMG that had to have hurt. And I would NOT have had the courage to tell people what happened. I'll bet beer/alcohol was involved.
I looked at all forty of those pictures. I felt sorry for the horse. I thought the ones with the spilled drinks were funny. I felt bad for the elderly people sliding on the ice.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
OK, very painful photo. DO NOT OPEN IF YOU ARE SQUEEMISH!!!!!!
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Honestly that could have been a LOT worse. He only got the butt, he could have gotten rectum, or worse...
I was thinking the same thing! We once had a guy who was mopping his bathtub. The mop slipped and perforated his colon. You figure it out.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
If I had a dollar for every time something has "slipped" into someone's rectum.... I'd have a lot of dollars!
Yep, happened a lot when I worked at the hospital too!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Oh I am sure that was his euphemism for mop sex. But why not just say you were mopping the kitchen floor?
Mops are more slippery in the tub? I don't know! And just for the record whenever I have mopped the mop never came anywhere near my arse.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou