Florida B.S. Thread

So Mike may have slightly exaggerated when he described the damage to my toe. While there was blood everywhere, "severed" may not be the appropriate word to describe it. A small laceration not requiring stitches may be a better description. And I guess Dana could have potentially saved my life by preventing a potential deadly infection in the wound. All toes are accounted for and all is well lol.

 

Good, very happy to hear that. Thanks for the update. Oh and happy new year.

 

Pics or GTFO!

 

So in other words a "Boo Boo"

 

See I told you its not all the way severed

 

Lol.

 

Don't down play it Will. There was an ocean of blood on my floor and we had to put a tourniquet on to save your life

 

Tia just a flesh wound.

 

That's not a "Boo Boo"

 

Just curious how a sliding door caused the damage?

 

What a bunch of pussys ,,,that will buff right out...

 

Will needs to just walk it off.

 

Hey nammer who did your back window I'm getting price quotes from $680-$900

 

So is this REALLY your toe or just a pic off the net? Cause I'm thinking something like that would require some stiches. Plus I wanted to bring this picture to the current page and showcase it on the home page.

 

You know what they say, bitches get stitches... I didn't want to be a bitch

 

So you didn't answer the question.

 

Glad to see you've pulled through.

 

Here will this will help with the toe pain...The wife's back on the warpath again. Last night she said she wanted to make a sex movie, and all I did was suggest we should hold auditions for her part.





My sister-in-law sat on my glasses and broke them. It was my own fault. I should have taken them off.





I spent a couple of hours defrosting the fridge last night, or "foreplay" as she likes to call it.





After both suffering from depression for awhile, the wife and I were going to commit suicide yesterday.But strangely enough, once she killed herself, I started to feel a lot better. So I thought, screw it, I'll soldier on!





I woke up this morning at 8 and just felt that something was wrong. I got downstairs and found the wife face down on the kitchen floor, not breathing! I panicked. I didn't know what to do. Then I remembered ...McDonald's serves breakfast until 11:30 .





The other night, my wife asked me how many women I'd slept with. I told her, "Only you. All the others kept me awake all night!"





My wife packed my bags and said "GET OUT!!!". As I walked out the front door, she screamed,"I wish you a slow and painful death, you bastard!" "Oh," I replied, "so now you want me to stay!"





I've just installed strobe lights in the bedroom. It makes the wife look like she's moving during sex

 

I think I pee'd a little!!!

 

Holy shit Will, how did you do that on a sliding door??????????