It's Friday the 13th, when all the wackos come out to play *and ER visits are statistically higher. Coupled with the giant moon tonight: I would expect some weird shit to go down. Just stay home to drink. Focus: your freakiest Friday the 13th occurance or oddities. Alt focus: here's your porn star birthday lineup: Megan Coxx Bianca Breeze: *edit * No they are not
I’ve broken 2 bones on a Friday 13th, and one on a Saturday 14th after my mother jokingly told me to stay inside the previous day. For the two bones I fell roller blading and it was a compound fracture in my wrist. For the Saturday 14th injury I fell off a tractor and broke my shoulder.
He didn't drink enough milk when he was a kid. It does a body good, you know. Got milk? I've always said that Friday the 13th is my lucky day.
Reminds me of my favorite highschool level pickup line. I know milk does q body good, but how much have you been drinking? Why is it lucky for you?
I guess it's not so much that it's lucky for me, but that it's not UNLUCKY for me. It's the same reason why I say thirteen is my lucky number. It's also a line from a Social Distortion song, and anything associated with Social D is cool by default.
Brain tumor caused osteoporosis. It was literally taking calcium that was supposed to go to my bones. At 17 years old I had the bone density of a 70 old woman who had osteoporosis. Only a few months ago did my bone scans finally start showing normal bone density again. It’s been 12 years since the surgery. Made of glass was an understatement. Before the age of 19 I broke 10 bones including 3 over a 7 month period. And that’s just the ones that I confirmed on xray. In all likelihood, that number was much higher (thanks, pain tolerance!). Since then I’ve broken my nose so many times I’ve lost track, and at this point I just re-set it myself by hand.
Shit yeah. They're coming to Reno and I want to go but my tightwad brother doesn't want to pony up the cash for his ticket.
12 years ago I would run anywhere from 5-15 miles a day, 6 days a week (rest sat or Sunday). It was fucking awesome. I could do a 7:30/mile pace for what felt like hours. I eventually got smart and started running with a fanny pack to carry granola bars, peanut butter sandwiches, candy... really anything with calories as that was my only limiting factor. Then I went in for an MRI one day for some headaches, and two days and a brain tumor surgery later I was having to teach myself how to walk. A few dislocated knees and 12 years later, tomorrow morning at 7:00 I’m running in my first 5k (3.1 miles) since the surgery. My first goal is to finish (if my knees can’t make it, they can’t make it). My secondary goal is to run it under 26 minutes. I’ve been going to the gym for 4 months now regularly, and the last 2 weeks specifically I’ve been training to get my knees and back ready. Time to put up or shut up.
Knees went out during the race, but I finished it without walking, which counts. I would have hated myself if I walked. Still placed 3rd in my age group. Not bad for my first 5k in over a decade. Now the problem is I can barely stand. Fuck me.
Time for the wife to ice your knees and tend to your third middle leg as needed. Congratulations on finishing.
Hearing how his house operates, I fully expect his wife to lather up his third leg with a mixture of icy hot and capsaicin oil knowing that he can't cant get up to chase her. At least, that's what I would do.