I accidentally got castrated before Christmas. But at least I’m off Santa’s naddy list.
accidents
I recently stepped on some gum. It has led to a lot of sole-searching.
The calligrapher hit by a car was wrotequill.
When my girlfriend stepped on a landmine, she became my maim squeeze.
The gaping wound in my arm makes me want to kill myself. I have suicidal tendon sees.
I will really miss being able to walk if my legs get amputated. It’s a case of a motional attachment.
In a car accident, the Mercedes bends.
Stop licking telephone poles – post taste!
Every time I scrape myself, I have a big cell abrasion.
I swallowed a large pair of earrings. Can the doctors remove them? I remain hoopful.