Eighty-Year-Old Man Unfazed by Burns Thu Oct 2,10:00 AM ET VANCOUVER, British Columbia (Reuters) - An 80-year-old man lived up to a reputation for being "tough as nails" when he decided that burning 40 percent of his body was not a big enough problem to seek immediate medical help, police say. The man, who was already recovering from hip surgery without the aid of pain killers, was removing an old oil tank from his Burnaby, British Columbia, home on Tuesday, when sparks from his grinder ignited fumes. The man then went inside his house, cut off his burned cloths and hair, smoked a cigar, took a bath to cool down and applied skin lotion to his burns before deciding to call an ambulance. He was waiting outside wearing his coat when it arrived. "He did think about driving himself to the hospital, but decided against it since his car needed gas," said Const. Phil Reid of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Police did not release the man's name but said he was recovering in a hospital "in good spirits, laughing, talking and blaming the incident on his stupidity."
I read a piece about 10 years ago where a hunter was trapped by a log that fell on his leg. So he CUT OFF HIS OWN LEG WITH A POCKETKNIFE. He then crawled to a tractor, drove that to his pick-up and drove to the nearest farmhouse. He was driven to the hospital. The nurses rushed to give him a shot of morphine but he declined, saying "it makes me whoosey". There should be an international "brass balls" award for people like this.
The famous Italian gangster 2 fingered Coppola and actual uncle or great uncle of the film maker (The Godfather!) was called like this because he is supposed to have lost three of his fingers when he was young stealing a safe: The safe had an alarm that went of after the opening of the safe.It automaticaly shut the safe door on his 3 fingers.Being stuck and hearing the pigs coming he pulled his blade and cut his own fingers to escape!!!
Ranger, I saw that guy on Oparah about 3-5 years ago. It was sick, I heard the whole story. I've heard about a couple of other stories similiar to that in the North Shore mountians where I live and some guy had to cut off his arm!
lucky he wasnt standin up wen that safe door shut wot would yas do in that situation?!butchered balls or behind bars??!!! i know wot id choose, and my piece says cheers hahahaha!!
You'd have plenty of use for your jingle-jangles with Bubba in the penitentiary too. I'd say I'd choose NOT TO BURGLARIZE the safe in the first place.
I guess we all remember the story that was all over the news just a few months ago about the hiker that got his hand crushed and trapped by a falling boulder. After three days of trying to get the boulder off his hand, he cut his hand off with his swiss army knife, hiked out for miles to his truck, and drove himself to a hospital. Then of course the other side of the coin is the guy that will rush to the emergency room for a paper cut, or because he stubbed his toe or some other lame ass reason.
A big city New York lawyer went duck hunting in rural West Virginia. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmers field on the other side of a fence. As the lawyer climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. The litigator responded, "I shot a duck and it fell in this field, and now I'm going to retrieve it." The old farmer replied, "This is my property and you're not coming over here." The indignant lawyer said, "I'm one of the best trial attorneys in the U.S. and if you don't let me get that duck, I'll sue you and take everything you own." The old farmer smiled and said, "Apparently you don't know how we do things in West Virginia. We settle small disagreements like this with the West Virginia Three Kick Rule." The lawyer asked, "What's the West Virginia Three Kick Rule?" The farmer replied, "Well, first I kick you three times then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up." The attorney quickly though about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take on the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom. The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick nearly ripped the man's nose off his face. The barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer's third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up. The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, "Okay you old coot, now it's my turn." (I love this part.....) The old farmer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up. You can have the duck."
