But the very tiptopworst pain ever in my entire life was being struck by a stingray. Nerve toxin. Rollercoaster of going from eleventy-thousand, down to 943, lulling you into a false sense of I-might-survive. I didn't even take aspirin at that point in my life and I was screaming for narcotics. Sort of wish I'd just passed out. Nifty scar and a story full of fun details...totally. not. worth. it.
Yeah. Other bad venoms for pain: the bullet ant (it's still very close to the original ant/wasp ancestor, and its venom hasn't evolved much, so it's still a generic "I will hurt you like a mofo" kind of thing), the box jellyfish (potentially lethal too), and the platypus, whose venom is not alleviated by morphine.
Not sure what my worst pain is. I have a general feeling that I've been pretty fortunate in the pain stakes. There was a fractured ankle that wasn't fun, and the plantar fasciitis reached near crippling levels at one point, but aside from that, there's not much. Oh, I did fall off a backyard swing head-first onto concrete once, that would probably be the worst. And, depending on who you talk to, may or may not explain so much.
Of course he's also invited people to hit him in the groin repeatedly so he can make a point, so he's way not normal.
Whatever that point is, it is so not worth making.
It would never work. He wants sons he can transfer his consciousness into, and I want an army of daughters that look like me but taller to pillage and plunder the world in their mama's name.
Hee. On one of my desk calendars this morning:
Q: Was the defendant like a son to you?
A: Yes.
Q: And was he like a daughter to your wife?
I told my boss about DH's Napoleonic stripper remark, since she happened to be in the office when it popped up in my chat window and I laughed aloud. So when the flowers came she said, "No Napoleon?" I said no, but that was OK, because Napoleon didn't have that good of a body, but if it was Wellington...
Does he keep his boots on?