Basically, an English chap got so fed-up with a wart on his middle finger that he used a shotgun to remove it (and most of the finger as well). I bet myself before I read the article that the guy was from The South. Nope, the north, Yorkshire, to be exact.
As commented on in the article, it’s a good thing it wasn’t genital warts!
Luxury. In my day, when we had warts on our faces, our parents would hold us down and hack them off with broken glass and rocks.
Wonder why he didn’t just go to the dermatologist.
Now that takes shooting the bird to a new extreme.
Mandatory Simpsons quote:
“A gun is not a weapon, Marge. It’s a tool. Like a butcher knife, or a harpoon, or… uh, a… an alligator. You just need more education on the subject.”
Yorkshire born, Yorkshire bred, strong inth arm, thick inth 'ead.
You were lucky to 'ave glass! Our parents would scrub us facedown on traffic spikes during rush hour on the freeway.
In my day, when we had warts on our faces, our dad would just kill us and dance about on our graves.
You had warts? Luxury!
It was self-defense. That wart was coming right at him.
But if you try to tell young people today how it was, they don’t believe you.
Some warts just need killin’…
When I wart seventeen, it was a very good year. Stupid Englishman.
Hey, M?
You forgot “and we liked it!”;)
Your pal
Quasi
Something tells me alcohol played a role in this incident.
It certainly is one of those situations where a person should claim to have been drunk if he wasn’t.
Yea, I’d say beer affected his aim, in spite of his claim.