I broke my leg dancing. My new nickname is Saturday Night Femur.
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(4 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...My friend died from a bee sting. Histaminer suddenly changed. Too bad, swell guy, but it wasn’t anaph to save him. At least the puffins didn’t get him.
(3 votes, average: 4.33 out of 5)Loading...When our friend Paul was fired from a catapult, it really cast a Paul over things.
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...If Shakespeare were alive today, he’d write Oil Wells that End Well.
(8 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5)Loading...Getting your head chopped off by a glass shard is a real pane in the neck.
(2 votes, average: 4.50 out of 5)Loading...When a mathematician suffers a flesh wound, he should apply a Gauzian distribution of bandages. And remember to use Fermat pressure.
(1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)Loading...As a stumbling drunk threw up all over my garden one night I looked up at the sky and whispered, ‘This is truly heavin’ on earth.”
(3 votes, average: 4.67 out of 5)Loading...I got into a yo-yo accident and now I’m in a whirled of hurt.
(2 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)Loading...Those with fractures are a risk to cracks.
(1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)Loading...If a Jedi master was blinded by a stick, I wouldn’t respect him a single eye Yoda.
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