God forbid I ever have to have my arm amputated, but if I do, I hope they let me keep it. I’d like to stick it back up my sleeve and shake hands with children.
“That’s some grip you got there!” I’d say, when the arm comes off in their little hands.
God forbid I ever have to have my arm amputated, but if I do, I hope they let me keep it. I’d like to stick it back up my sleeve and shake hands with children.
“That’s some grip you got there!” I’d say, when the arm comes off in their little hands.