A 66-year-old man shot himself in both his legs Saturday afternoon while trying to loosen a stubborn lug nut with a 12-gauge shotgun.
The deputies described the man’s legs as “peppered” from his feet to his mid-abdomen with pellets, pieces of the wheel and other debris. Some injuries went as far up as his chin.
Surprisingly, no alcohol was involved. Wonder how he adjusts his distributor timing–with a Glock?
Anyway, I think he was just using the wrong tool. He should have used a slug instead of double-ought shot.
“He’s bound and determined to get that lug nut off,” Wilson said, who did not know how long the man had been trying to free the lug nut.
Apparently.
I suppose now the lawyers at the shotgun manufacturers are going to insist on warning labels on the stock: “Do not use as lug wrench.”
In the future, people will marry robots. Well, we knew we were headed down a slippery slope with all the gay marriage stuff. I’ll bet Massachusetts will be the first state to allow it. The state supreme court will no doubt insist.
Anyway, I, for one, welcome our new robot overladies.
In the future, people will marry robots. Well, we knew we were headed down a slippery slope with all the gay marriage stuff. I’ll bet Massachusetts will be the first state to allow it. The state supreme court will no doubt insist.
Anyway, I, for one, welcome our new robot overladies.
In the future, people will marry robots. Well, we knew we were headed down a slippery slope with all the gay marriage stuff. I’ll bet Massachusetts will be the first state to allow it. The state supreme court will no doubt insist.
Anyway, I, for one, welcome our new robot overladies.
“…and boy, are my arms tired.” Brings a whole new meaning to the old joke:
After clinging on for the entire 1300-kilometer (808-mile) flight to Vnukovo Airport, the boy, named Andrei, collapsed onto the tarmac. His arms and legs were so severely frozen that rescuers were at first unable to remove his coat and shoes, the radio station said.
What in the world did he grab on to, at 400+ knots? I wouldn’t think that there would be much to give him a hand hold on a 737 wing, particularly in flight, once it had been trimmed out for cruise. In the wheel well, I could believe, but not on the wing.
“…and boy, are my arms tired.” Brings a whole new meaning to the old joke:
After clinging on for the entire 1300-kilometer (808-mile) flight to Vnukovo Airport, the boy, named Andrei, collapsed onto the tarmac. His arms and legs were so severely frozen that rescuers were at first unable to remove his coat and shoes, the radio station said.
What in the world did he grab on to, at 400+ knots? I wouldn’t think that there would be much to give him a hand hold on a 737 wing, particularly in flight, once it had been trimmed out for cruise. In the wheel well, I could believe, but not on the wing.
“…and boy, are my arms tired.” Brings a whole new meaning to the old joke:
After clinging on for the entire 1300-kilometer (808-mile) flight to Vnukovo Airport, the boy, named Andrei, collapsed onto the tarmac. His arms and legs were so severely frozen that rescuers were at first unable to remove his coat and shoes, the radio station said.
What in the world did he grab on to, at 400+ knots? I wouldn’t think that there would be much to give him a hand hold on a 737 wing, particularly in flight, once it had been trimmed out for cruise. In the wheel well, I could believe, but not on the wing.
