When I was seven, I broke my arm. For reasons I still don’t understand, it looked like a normal arm with a lower case “u” in the middle of it. My doctor referred to it as a “swan neck” break. (He also called me a cry baby, which I don’t think was fair.)
No actual swan was involved, but your sentiment often makes me think of that.
Don’t try this at home; a swan could easily break a grown man’s arm. Or at least his glasses.
When I was seven, I broke my arm. For reasons I still don’t understand, it looked like a normal arm with a lower case “u” in the middle of it. My doctor referred to it as a “swan neck” break. (He also called me a cry baby, which I don’t think was fair.)
No actual swan was involved, but your sentiment often makes me think of that.
https://youtu.be/VAFqUhfpz5E
I’ve never had my arm broken by my glasses.
Mine don’t have the spring-loaded flippy-outy bit, though.
No fucking way, for real? Like not gona lie, giving me mad urges to go fuck around and find out.
If he can reach them, sure.