Not fap.
I dunno, if the bottle was plastic or glass one would think that there are ways to destroy the bottle without much collateral damage. Was the bottle made of iron or something?
It was a plastic bottle. I imagine embarrassment kept him from seeking help immediately. I can't imagine going there, when he most likely has two good hands…
glass, maybe not. That could be tricky (note to self).
I still have the scar on my right pinkie from washing a supermarket sale iced tea glass, getting my hand all the way in it to clean it good, then the side broke, and *chunk/slice*. Just missed a tendon. Never thought I could lose that much blood from a pinkie.
My mother got a small sliver of glass stuck in her index finger, and it wouldn't come out. Must've been clean, it never festered. She forgot about it, until several years later when it exited her elbow! I vividly remember both events. Think of the damage it might've done along it's path!
My dad, not exactly a technical lightweight, got sick of manuals, When I was in high school, he bought a weed whacker. Threw the manual at me and said "read this and show me how to work the damn thing"
My dad was a phenomenal cheapskate, but he used that to drive himself to learn new things. When my mom kept taking the car to the mechanic for whatever, he enrolled in night classes at the vo-tech HS and learned how to fix cars on his own. You can bet he had me and his two other sons working on the family cars as soon as we knew which end of a screwdriver to use.
He died 5 years before I got my act together and graduated from college. I wish he could have lived long enough to see that. He would have seen his first grandkids, from my sister, too. RIP, dad.
Not fap.
I dunno, if the bottle was plastic or glass one would think that there are ways to destroy the bottle without much collateral damage. Was the bottle made of iron or something?
It was a plastic bottle. I imagine embarrassment kept him from seeking help immediately. I can't imagine going there, when he most likely has two good hands…
glass, maybe not. That could be tricky (note to self).
I still have the scar on my right pinkie from washing a supermarket sale iced tea glass, getting my hand all the way in it to clean it good, then the side broke, and *chunk/slice*. Just missed a tendon. Never thought I could lose that much blood from a pinkie.
My mother got a small sliver of glass stuck in her index finger, and it wouldn't come out. Must've been clean, it never festered. She forgot about it, until several years later when it exited her elbow! I vividly remember both events. Think of the damage it might've done along it's path!
whoa, I'll bet! scary.
We had a saying back in the chem lab- "typical glassware cut- a millimeter wide, and a mile deep"
This is one of the first things they tell you not to do. Doesn't anyone read the owners manual anymore?
More like "did anyone ever read the owner's manual?"
I should probably have "RTFM" tattooed somewhere prominently.
I know the perfect place for this idjit- at least it would have been…
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My dad, not exactly a technical lightweight, got sick of manuals, When I was in high school, he bought a weed whacker. Threw the manual at me and said "read this and show me how to work the damn thing"
Sounds like quite a compliment, congrats!
My dad was a phenomenal cheapskate, but he used that to drive himself to learn new things. When my mom kept taking the car to the mechanic for whatever, he enrolled in night classes at the vo-tech HS and learned how to fix cars on his own. You can bet he had me and his two other sons working on the family cars as soon as we knew which end of a screwdriver to use.
He died 5 years before I got my act together and graduated from college. I wish he could have lived long enough to see that. He would have seen his first grandkids, from my sister, too. RIP, dad.