When your boyfriend gets the smackdown after talking tough in a bar and is later found to have bleeding inside of his brain, it is wonderful that you are at his bedside providing him comfort.
I have to draw the line at jamming your finger up his nose to dig for gold while he’s laying on a backboard, though.
Tissues still work even if someone’s wearing a cervical collar. They were in that box marked “Kleenex” on the counter behind you.
If you get up to greet me, I’m not shaking your hand.
No, not even a fist bump.
Eeeewwwww! Gross!
Ditto what Marilyn said!!
You can pick your friends, and you can pick your… aw, who am I kidding? that’s just wrong.
If it was that bad I would have at least asked for one of those little turkey basters to hose the gunk out without touching it.
sheesh.
Sounds like it could have been an intoxication or mental problem. Or maybe just delirious from the anxiety of the situation.
That’s awesome!!!
Time for a new girlfriend. Who would do that to their guy? Ewwwwie.