Helen Damnation, Super Genius
What kind of colossal moron works fairly closely with someone for six months...SIX MONTHS...and somehow fails to notice that this person has an artificial leg?
This kind right here, baby. Yeah...wooo!
In my defense...you can't really stop a co-worker in the hall and say, "Hey, is it just me, or do you walk kinda fuckin' funny?"
Okay, back to counting on my fingers and drooling.
This kind right here, baby. Yeah...wooo!
In my defense...you can't really stop a co-worker in the hall and say, "Hey, is it just me, or do you walk kinda fuckin' funny?"
Okay, back to counting on my fingers and drooling.
posted by Helen the Felon at 12:43 PM
7 Comments:
If I was fat and had a fake leg, I'd take it off before I weigh myself to feel better.
Me too. Totally.
Hey Helen, guess what?
SXSW wristbands sold out the first day. So much for that.
You think that's bad? I once ended up hooking up with a guy who was missing the lower part of his leg and a finger. I hadn't notice the entire night.
But then again I was deerunk at the time. True story.
Funny post. Liked Big Dan's comment, too (haha!)
Give yourself a little credit. Spotting a fake leg isn't as simple as spotting a bad toupee.
The best part of having a fake appendage is that if it ever came to it, you could take it off and beat someone with it.
how about knowing someone for more than six YEARS and not knowing they had a prosthetic foot, until one day, very drunk in a very dark bar, repeatedly stomping it to get their attention... harder and harder until they realized what was happening and thought my actions malicious rather than oblivious... omg. shhhhhhh... i don't think this person reads blogs.
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