Posted on 02/02/2014 3:51:39 PM PST by ConservativeStatement
A woman was left with 272 needles stuck in her scalp after a porcupine fell on her head.
Sandra Nabucco, 52, from Gavea, Rio de Janeiro, was walking her dog when the painful accident took place.
The housewife walked under a lamp post when the animal dropped from above.
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Are you sure it wasn’t Butterfingers Bill de Blasio throwing around some other animals?
If there’s anything to accupuncture, this lady is now the healthiest person in the world.
So, this porcupine goes to the emergency room to have this woman removed. The doc says, “How’d that woman get there?” and the porcupine says, “I fell on it” and the doc says, “Uh huh. I hear that one a lot.”
This happens every year at Super Bowl time. Some stupid porcupine gets drunk and crawls up a lamppost and falls on someone’s head. Regular as rain.
You know you’re having a bad day when...
those pricks
I just hate it when that happens.
Excedrin Headache #272
272??!! That’s one bald porcupine now.
“Porcupine falls”?
Oh....I don’t think so. That rascal jumped. Sitting up on that lamppost with his little Norden Porcupine bombsight waiting for an unsuspecting victim.
“Porcupine away!” I always wear a helmet when I’m in porcupine country.
Yikes. I have to think that many puncture wounds (however slight each one individual might be) from a wild animal has to carry a *serious* infection risk.
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now theres some irony
lol
Woman walks I to a bar with a porcupine on her head.
Bartender shrieks asking “Whutz that?”
Porcupine raises an eyebrow and respond s “Dunno. Started out as a pimple on muh butt”.....
So funny!
Better question - why wasn't she at home making dinner?
LOL Oscar Madison sighting.
Hey, porcupine! Listen up, or I’ll squeeze the cider out of your adam’s apple. She was just A victim of coicumstance!
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