Dad took me to a client’s house to discuss converting his funds into an annuity. Old lady serves us coffee and immediately tells us how her husband got his dick blown off in WWII. “Hasn’t had a penis since he got home!”
Fuck me lady, no one needed to hear that! Man took it in stride, apparently this was normal conversation, normal sharing. Maybe he was good with his fingers and tongue? She sure didn’t bring that up!
Darwin Awards are posthumous. Death is a something of a requirement.
The requirement is that the person is taken out of the genre pool, not necessarily dead.
I think some guy who shot his balls off because he used a bullet as replacement for a fuse in his car was a living recipient of a Darwin award.
LOL, OK, FINE! Removing genitalia counts! Jesus.
Dad took me to a client’s house to discuss converting his funds into an annuity. Old lady serves us coffee and immediately tells us how her husband got his dick blown off in WWII. “Hasn’t had a penis since he got home!”
Fuck me lady, no one needed to hear that! Man took it in stride, apparently this was normal conversation, normal sharing. Maybe he was good with his fingers and tongue? She sure didn’t bring that up!
Death or dis-"member"ment