I don’t believe in fate, but that’s fate.
I don’t want to believe in fate, but sometimes I am forced to
I sure as hell don’t believe in ghosts, but if I saw one, I would definitely point it out.
Not a good idea, that’s how you end up in the looney bin. You keep that shit to yourself if you know what’s good for you. 😂
It’s true, I was the bones.
Bunk bed here, checking in.
I got better!
“I believe them bones are me.”
-Layne Staley
One brother who fixes her bones.
One brother who gives her a bone.
I fell out of a bunk bed once, totally passed out, and didn’t break a single bone. What the hell did either of them land on to break bones?
It’s really all about impact angles and tension. Being passed out you’re not tense and therefore have more “give” on impact, less likely to get that type of major damage. Same reason drunks who crash are often fine while their victims die. Bone is very good at parallel impact, not as good with perpendicular or angled impacts. As a girl bone density is also generally lower which ain’t great in this situation.
An alternative explanation is that the bunk bed was on a hut at the top of a mountain, the door was open and she only stopped when she reached the valley below.
(I might have watched too much of Looney Tunes in my childhood)
It’s more about making up stories to share online.
It was the same girl in case you didn’t catch that 😉
Either of dem bones
They likely tried to break their fall with their hand, as for the legs… idk
No, probably didn’t try to break their legs with their hand.
Tried to break their hand with their legs, classic mistake
The arm is believable but both legs is a massive stretch.
Try to juggle a bit with some daily objects (toothpaste tube is good, uneven and changing barycenter), balancing on a leg, watching your steps. Within a few years, you get better overall body control.
Oh, and, what can go wrong, will go wrong. So get into the habit to close stuff after using it. Things you can’t close, move a bit away from the edge, this serves as a subscondcious marker too.
