Friday, June 3, 2011
The Tragic Story Behind Resuscitator Annie
My dad was a safety coordinator for a local power company when I was a kid, so he brought one of these bitches home at one point so my brother and I could learn CPR. I couldn't put my mouth on a bitch, because that ho looked JUST LIKE Glenn Close. No way I was kissing that scary rabbit-boiling bitch. No fucking way.
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Interesting - both stories. I learned infant CPR but not the adult kind.
OK Lady, I'll give you this one, cos I read it too... but hell, I live in the UK, it's a UK newspaper and still you find shit that I don't. I'm feeling incredibly inadequate, but maybe that's the wine talking. Hell, it's 11pm and some bugger finished off the bottle without even asking... that's just plain rude! x
I am so with you on this one. shivers!
I knew I hated taking CPR for some good reason. Now I know.
I couldn't do it either. Oh no please don't send me to the Daily Mail. I lost hours this afternoon, it's so addictive xx
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