On Friday, our best friend was doing something with his home made black powder cannon, misfired and ended up getting his right index finger amputated. I know, horrible, but it could have been so much worse.
So, we called 911 and off he went in an ambulance for surgery. He was released the next day to us because he's not married and doesn't have any family.
They sent him home missing the index finger on his dominate hand (the dressing looks like he's wearing a baseball glove), with antibiotics and pain meds. Which had child proof caps!!!


I know I shouldn't be laughing about this, but its really funny if you have a warped sense of humor like mine.
So, we called 911 and off he went in an ambulance for surgery. He was released the next day to us because he's not married and doesn't have any family.
They sent him home missing the index finger on his dominate hand (the dressing looks like he's wearing a baseball glove), with antibiotics and pain meds. Which had child proof caps!!!



I know I shouldn't be laughing about this, but its really funny if you have a warped sense of humor like mine.


She came and picked me up from the dentist. When they sat me up, I threw up all over. My grandmother didn't want to take me home because she had just bought a new car. So I rode home with a plastic bag tucked around my ears.
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