I've seen gratuitously macho stuff that looked painful, but I've never seen anything close to the badassery of cauterizing one's own wound. That woman was either special forces or member of a motorcycle club. Holy shit.

Not to be gross but if a delivery driver pulled off such a clever delayed fart bomb on me I would probably tip more because that is some impressive Lex Luthor level treachery.

That old lady is a goddamned badass.

We used to get live prawns shipped in styrofoam containers from the Gulf Coast. The prep cooks would take the lid off the container and draw a target on it and they would throw the prawns at the target. The prawns had pointy probosci and would stick like darts, their creepy little legs swimming in the air.

Love the crab in the ice chest.