Hmmmm Interesting angle


:bolt:

BAN THE BITCH!

Throw some raw liver on her arm and bolt the cellar door! Raw lover will be an acceptable substitute, but be sure to run like hell.....

Raw liverzzzzzzzzz... :yum:

:eek:JFC philthy, how the fuck does such a thought even occur in the mind?!

:lol2:

Personally, I'd rather cut my foot off at the knee with a rusty badger than slam my little buddy with a, well w/anything except a vagina.

Everyone knows coyotes need to be well done.

TF,IBHAW, Try the rusty badger.

Sorry, missed you post in the distugtingness that was maine's open wound[s].
Blimey Infi - I hope you don't have a "little surprise" come next full moon. And by "little surprise" I mean a litter of puppies.

Cute and all, but I bet they play hell on the nipples.

Technically not a bruise
 

This is what Lyme disease looks like!

Ouch!

DOXYCYCLINE, STAT!!!

Man, I got bitten on the nutsack by a tick when I was hiking in Japan, I made damn sure I got onto antibiotics straight away just in case. I'm not having a big red rash like that on my plums, no thank you.

Slipped on stairs.
Sober.

Had my arms out to grab Diz because he was trying to chase Mia up the stairs.
They're not supposed to be out at the same time, but Dad opened both the doors, and after all you can't really blame someone with dementia for not remembering a cat timetable.

Have similar bruises on thigh and shoulder, - I fell on my right side - but more difficult to photograph.

Wow that makes my forearm bruise that I acquired yesterday helping rope a cow look like a baby bruise! :eek:

I see a screaming face.
I don't know if that makes it better or worse.

Your story is far cooller though.

I always pride myself on being the best cow turner. They have to turn their head in the direction of the roper unfortunately running thru the woods makes for tree root tripping. I caught myself with my forearms and boobs. Only the former bruised along with my ego. ;) Hard to take a picture of one's forearm... who knew?

We'll settle for a picture of your boobs. You know, just to be sure they weren't bruised.:blush:

First my Mum going out at night in her nightie, knowing there might be an escaped prisoner. Now you talking bout running and tripping because there's a pyshco behind you with a rope...

I seem to be living in a horror story.
Even though I made some of that up.

QFT.