Yeah, it was pretty obvious to me, it was in the west end of Atlanta by a Goodwill, they claimed a lady "needed a boost round back." and just happened to be waiting around to flag the first clueless looking fat white guy down. I told those douche bags that I don't got cable and walked into the most depressing Goodwill I've ever been in, and possibly dodging a bullet, but like for real I could have died. Don't be the guy who is dumber than I am.
I jumped in the recliner weeks later and ended up with that shit sticking into my hand, that really meaty part that the thumb attaches to. My dad tried pulling it out with pliers but it sure wasn't happening. The doctors were able to do it at the ER, and it was just terrible. Don't do dumb-ass shit for no reason, especially if it involves leaving sharp and pointy material around your own furniture.
