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The other day my brother and I were talking about some science experiment we were doing as kids, how we had a lot of fun until our dad barged into the room and got mad at us for messing with that stuff. We were laughing about it and were like yeah our dad is such an asshole. Then my brother went like: “Yeah do you remember what happened next?”. I was like: “No I don’t remember, I remember him being angry and shouting but not much else.” This was a typical Tuesday for us back in the day, so I didn’t think there was more to remember. My brother said: “Yeah he beat you up so bad you went unconscious for over a minute. I was scared he had beat you to death. Our dad turned white and stormed out of the room as soon as your eyes opened again.” We both laughed and were like “Damn that’s fucked up”.
Well how would you remember it, if you weren’t even awake??? THINK, OP’S BROTHER, THINK!!!
Me telling an EMS war story that brings the vibe to a crashing halt.
Be careful with those. I can’t get my own blood drawn without passing out. Some people are definitely not cut out for those experiences.
Yeah, I’ve learned some discretion over the years. I once told a story that dead ass got me sent to therapy.
“So there I am, BBQ sauce on my tittys…”
I heard a EMS war story one time that will be with me until my dying day. This guy was also a certified diver and after catching a lot of shit from a idiot about why he was working as hole watch for laborers pay on a plant shut down he shut that asshole up with it. Its one of those stories you wish you could unhear.
As an old medic, I will warn each and everyone of you to never, ever, ever go out to eat with a group of EMS people. Unless you really want to be scarred for life.
Life and death be real and very often not pretty.
Oof. Tell me about it. I went to a Gen pop hospital after working in a level 1 peds ER and the other ER folks gave me “the look” when I talked about some of the stuff at the peds hospital. Non-accidental trauma cases are a special kind of PTSD.
Why are you using Facebook as your image host?
It is what it is.
Part of a stress breakdown I had was caused by that mindset allowing myself to be stretched too thin at work.
New Grant? Boss we can’t handle that in addition to everything we already do!
A few months later - What do you mean we got the grant, boss?
Me, realizing it is a done deal and part of my new responsibilities - “iT Is wHaT iT Is”
Help
Isn’t it peak shitposting to host on Facebook?
Honestly I can’t even argue with that.
It’s like they’re taking stuff they found on Facebook and just hotlinking it over here
Make Facebook pay for the hosting.
I was, because I was browsing on desktop, and not wanting to save the shit on my computer - that’s what the phone is for. I also didn’t want to have to find the FB posts again because their search function is about as intelligent as a slack jawed koala.
Lazy
Fair enough
I honestly don’t know of any free basic image hosts anymore. Searching the term gives so many misleading or data-invasive sites.
You can typically upload to your Lemmy instance
The most traumatic event of your life so far…
my most current aphorism of nihilism has been, “You get what you get.”
This has over-sharerer energy.
“it is what it is… but I tell everyone I meet about “it” within days or hours”
Or just jokingly bring it among friends, while being extremely anxious about their reactions.
I say “la vie”. In the same tone that JD and Turk said “two bits” after hearing “shave and a haircut”.
Sometimes a friend counters with “BOHEM!”. Those are good days.
Too real
Shrek Memes are so hot right now.
