I’ll go first:
Not even sure how I managed this one, honestly, but I accidentally took out a small chunk of fingernail from my thumb on the stud of my jeans.
Once again, no fucking clue.
I’ll go first:
Not even sure how I managed this one, honestly, but I accidentally took out a small chunk of fingernail from my thumb on the stud of my jeans.
Once again, no fucking clue.
I’ve dislocated my shoulder fourteen times, mostly in an innovative way each time.
Once, a friend invited me to play catch with a group. I came along for the socialization, but warned that if I threw anything that I would dislocate my shoulder and have to go to the hospital. He scoffed and said it wouldn’t happen. Somehow he convinced me it wouldn’t, so I threw the ball once, then immediately had to go to the hospital, as I had dislocated my shoulder.
Another time, my dad had to take me to the hospital, as I had been laying in bed and attempted to turn over, dislocating my shoulder.