A guy came into the ER with a teacup up his ass.
The doctor asked how it happened.
The doctor said, in the writing where I was reading about this whole event: “What followed was a long and startling story that I immediately regretted asking for.”
yeah right, he was probably cleaning the kitchen, slipped and fell on it, just like everyone else.
That’s pretty much exactly what he said, he just took a long time to say it, which was what led to the deep, deep regret on the part of the doctor. He was dusting up on a ladder, drinking tea, totally naked, and then he fell, and oh no look what has happened now.
There’s a montage from Scrubs where a bunch of people claim “I fell on it” that ends in the last guy shrugging and saying, “I was bored.”
I respect the fuck out of the last guy.
“If that ever happens, you need two things and two things quickly: a pair of ice tongs and a friend who can keep a secret.”
-Dave Attell
Still not as bad as a glass jar.
Warning: you seriously do not want to look up One Man One Jar if you value not feeling horrified.
This has been a story about some people who were punished entirely too much for what they did. They wanted to have a good time, but they were like children playing in the street. We really all were very happy for a while, sitting around not toiling but just bullshitting and playing, but it was for such a terrible brief time, and then the punishment was beyond belief: even when we could see it, we could not believe it.