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Really shit bad taste manConspiracy Theories? Seriel helecopter shoe bomber! All done now though, due to the limited supply of feet...![]()
Sorry dude, no offence meant... But in my own little world, planet Fletch, it made me chuckle...Really shit bad taste man![]()
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Sorry dude, no offence meant... But in my own little world, planet Fletch, it made me chuckle...
Worth noting something Bob Newhart wrote, "Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on"...
C'est la Vie...![]()
Don't do it dude, he's not worth it....Someone, get me a twelve bore QUICK !!!!!!
This was never more true than when I and a merry band of nurses worked (many years ago it has to be said) in casualty. Weekends were the worst. We had a 'happy hour' when we would deal with victims of attempted murder, fire victims, decapitations, mutilations, victims of extreme car wrecks etc etc etc ...."Laughter gives us distance. It allows us to step back from an event, deal with it and then move on"...
C'est la Vie...![]()
Here you Alpman... Been there... No detail... but when the shit hits and hells gates open, being able to laugh is sometimes the only thing that keeps you sane(ish!)...This was never more true than when I and a merry band of nurses worked (many years ago it has to be said) in casualty. Weekends were the worst. We had a 'happy hour' when we would deal with victims of attempted murder, fire victims, decapitations, mutilations, victims of extreme car wrecks etc etc etc ....... first off it was referred by ALL as ''happy hour'' .... we did our best, and saved many lives, and when dealing with the casualties family friends and loved ones we were regular Saint Pauls and Mother Thereas (genuinely, because everyone I worked with was an exceptional human being, genuine caring kind, empathetic and consumate professionals).... but my god, the wickedest, funniest, sickest and most poignant humour came out in the staff room, or the mortuary as we laid the bodies out .... it was a coping strategy, without it you would go insane at the level of human grief and misery you were exposed to on a day to day basis .... ... you want real sick .... attend a 999 Ball Dance (if such things still run - might be showing my age a bit)
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This can happen in the counselling world too...This was never more true than when I and a merry band of nurses worked (many years ago it has to be said) in casualty. Weekends were the worst. We had a 'happy hour' when we would deal with victims of attempted murder, fire victims, decapitations, mutilations, victims of extreme car wrecks etc etc etc ....
... first off it was referred by ALL as ''happy hour'' .... we did our best, and saved many lives, and when dealing with the casualties family friends and loved ones we were regular Saint Pauls and Mother Thereas (genuinely, because everyone I worked with was an exceptional human being, genuine caring kind, empathetic and consumate professionals).... but my god, the wickedest, funniest, sickest and most poignant humour came out in the staff room, or the mortuary as we laid the bodies out .... it was a coping strategy, without it you would go insane at the level of human grief and misery you were exposed to on a day to day basis ....
... you want real sick .... attend a 999 Ball Dance (if such things still run - might be showing my age a bit)
Not the old "The Razor Blades are in the Post", gags to the suicidal...This can happen in the counselling world too...
Me? Noooooh :angel8:Not the old "The Razor Blades are in the Post", gags to the suicidal...![]()