“...a firearm in his possession discharged and fired a round, striking her in the back”
“...she was released from the hospital following her multiple surgeries.”
But can she STILL TWERK?
Rofl! Monty Python could have had fun with this one:
Disability agent: I’m sorry, ma’am, but your application seems incomplete.
Victim: My doctor told me I can’t twerk no more. I got shot you know. Like shot? By a gun? That’s how come I can’t twerk now.
Agent: I’m sorry about your injury, ma’am. I’ve been going over your medical records, and I can’t find anything from your doctors specifying you can’t work.
Victim: I told you! He said I can’t twerk no more. No more! Never!
Agent: Ma’am, if you can’t work, may I ask what sort of employment you were engaged in before you were injured?
Victim: I was twerking when I got shot, mister!
Agent: Uh, that’s right at the time, during, or ... ?
Victim: Yes, at the time! But my doctors say I can’t twerk no more. So I need my dis-bility, and you better give to me.
Agent: Who was your employer at the time you were injured? You see —
Victim: I don’t see nothin’ but I can’t twerk no more!
Agent: Ah, so your vision was affected. But I find nothing in your medical —
Victim: I can see just fine, but I can’t twerk! I keep telling you what my doctor done told me. He told me I can’t twerk no more!