I broke my leg dancing. My new nickname is Saturday Night Femur.
Don’t drill through your skull! It will bore you out of your mind
Getting your head chopped off by a glass shard is a real pane in the neck.
Those with fractures are a risk to cracks.
If Shakespeare were alive today, he’d write Oil Wells that End Well.
Hip pop dancers have dislocated pelvises.
Which motorcycle gang inflicts damage via paper cuts? The Bandaidos.
Chernobyl radiation victims can no longer sue. There is a statute of limb-mutations. The defendants will be held armless.
When I stepped on a landmine, I felt defeeted. But there were violent protests in support of me – so I did enjoy some no toe rioty.
When our friend Paul was fired from a catapult, it really cast a Paul over things.