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Darwin calling...

When do they release the Darwin Awards? Is that a yearly thing?
I have a submission:

VENTURA, California (AP) -- A teacher who kept a 40 mm shell on his desk as a paperweight blew off part of his hand when he apparently used the object to try to squash a bug, authorities say.

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Anonymous said…
I read that last night & just about died laughing.
Then I got upset that he had this on his desk where STUDENTS could've done the same thing. Ugh.
PS - LOVE your hair!
7:03 AM
FletcherDodge said…
The funny thing is that the students didn't do it, presumably because they know better, presumably because they're smarter than the teacher.
9:53 AM
Brianne said…
I read about that this morning. It reminded me of a time when I tried to use a stapler to hit a bug at Outback. Yeah, I stapled my finger. It hurt pretty bad! At least I didn't blow off half of my hand though.
2:35 PM
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