In what must truly be one of the biggest *facepalm* moments of my life, I have managed to injure my tail.
I have now successfully defeated millennia of evolution by damaging a useless set of bones – by slipping and falling down a flight of stairs with everything else intact. My doctor seemingly derived sadistic pleasure in mouthing out “Fell…on…buttocks…and…injured…tailbone” as he wrote out my prescription, despite my mumbled protestations that a chemist did not need to know that. More depressing – for the whole of humanity, that is – is that there’s even a medical term for this (somewhat common?) ailment. You’d think that somewhere between chemotherapy and Band-Aid doctors would figure out a solution for vestigial body parts.
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Bear with me on this one. All this talk of human anatomy has reminded me of the sickest, grossest film trailer idea of all time. This is from a film called The Human Centipede, directed by the funnily-named director Tom Six. I suggest you not to click on the previous link, nor watch the following embedded trailer. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m serious. Don’t watch it.
There, there. Go back to the wash basin and wait to see if you’ll puke a bit more before coming back to your computer.
The reason why I call it merely a film trailer idea because the actual film doesn’t expand much on the ‘plot’ beyond the trailer at all. It pains me to use such a term for something so crassly glorifying human torture, but the movie is merely boring. A trailer stretched out to fill a feature-length film time.
Terrifyingly, Tom Six is planning a sequel – which he promises will be grosser. What a facepalm movie it’ll be.