tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361171754953008873.post7775128656971473659..comments2023-12-04T14:55:57.797-06:00Comments on Scope-Tech: Jonesing For Pain: Part IUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361171754953008873.post-823925329829415092010-05-24T15:50:13.528-05:002010-05-24T15:50:13.528-05:00You have reminded me of a childhood accident that ...You have reminded me of a childhood accident that I had suppressed until now. I must blog about it!<br /><br />And bonus points for the Johnny Dangerously reference!SkylersDadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18264164502733912326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361171754953008873.post-43260705078951779122010-05-24T13:12:47.079-05:002010-05-24T13:12:47.079-05:00I hate it when doctors give you options, then say,...I hate it when doctors give you options, then say, "But (the worst option) is the only thing that works." Why build up my hope, dude!<br /><br />This reminds me of the time 2 brothers wrestled on the family room floor. Suddenly, the older one screams in agony. The other one (idiot bro) takes a small pocket knife, that had clicked open in the tussle, out of his pocket and says, "I forgot I had this."<br /><br />D'oh!J.J. in L.A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14394864319127058771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361171754953008873.post-71287356465637231152010-05-24T08:19:00.355-05:002010-05-24T08:19:00.355-05:00I got to the part where the needle got lodged in y...I got to the part where the needle got lodged in your toe and stopped. I figured it wasn't going anywhere good. Come on dude, it's Monday morning!BeckEyehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00119780316809151433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361171754953008873.post-25259299001607207232010-05-24T07:15:59.662-05:002010-05-24T07:15:59.662-05:00So, what you're saying is that you were LITERA...So, what you're saying is that you were LITERALLY on pins and needles?<br /><br />And, hey, did I ever tell you the same thing happened to me? Yep. Only the carpet was orange; it happened in my own house (yes, we had orange carpet downstairs and red carpet upstairs ~ classy!!); the pin broke off in my heel; and I had been the one sewing (whoopsie!) so there was NO WAY I told my parents.... instead I had my sister get me a jar of vaseline and I smothered the damn thing and ripped it out myself with a pair of scissors.... and then proceeded to bleed all over the Clue board game, much to my sister's horror.<br /><br />Owie.<br /><br />I think the moral of the story is that Clue is much more sinister to play when it's splattered with your own blood.Corahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02640568359378959501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361171754953008873.post-5582820952875741542010-05-24T07:09:52.052-05:002010-05-24T07:09:52.052-05:00I suppose at least now you're a lot more sympa...I suppose at least now you're a lot more sympathetic to the plight of bull elephants?mo.stoneskinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10737422581378328590noreply@blogger.com