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.
I’ve never had my arm broken by my glasses.
Mine don’t have the spring-loaded flippy-outy bit, though.
https://youtu.be/VAFqUhfpz5E
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.
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.