I’ve been stabbed with my couch. It’s 7 inches deep inside my entire front-half. I have a 01% chance of survival.
I’m fucked. Giggity.
I was stabbed with my pillow. It’s… 6 inches deep in a smiley-face shape from cheekbone to cheekbone under my nose. I have a 08-49% survival chance (depending on whether it’s the house phone or my cell).
Yerp. I’m probably fucked.
I was stabbed with a bottle. It’s five inches deep, in my right knee. I have a 95% chance of survival.
How the fuck did I manage to get a bottle five inches into my knee
that’s not even possible
I don’t even think there are five inches for it go through
do I just have a fucking bottle THROUGH my knee
what is happening
What’s a color I was stabbed with a produce sticker for a delicious white peach (or at least I think it was blue) No I was stabbed with the handle to the iced tea pitcher oh gods why how do color. The cut is eight inches deep.
No joke, I am constantly touching myself. So either the back of my head or my right eyeball or my mouth or my left tit. Or my hands; do those count? Or my brow, now, or, like, the top of my head. I have wandering hands okay. I have a 39% survival rate.
Oh, there goes my left cheek.
Stabbed an inch deep in my foot with my mouse. 62% chance of survival. Fucksake.