Fun stuff.
I’m sorry, but this is dull men’s club, not manly men’s club. One time a black ball of earwax fell out of my ear.
I knew this guy who spent an evening in his local, and whilst unlocking his house door, a moth flew into his ear.
It was alive and the buzzing in his ear was deafening and incessant, and he had no idea how to remove the moth.
He awakened his sleeping wife, who, in her fog, basically told him to ‘fuck off and figure it out’.Moments later she was awakened again. To the sound of the vacuum cleaner: he was trying to suction it out of his ear.
Not sure if his alcohol-impaired brain was the root cause of this tomfoolery, as he may have done the same thing sober.
Anyway, iirc, they went to the 24hr walk-in, where the simple solution was effected: a drop or two of vegetable oil in the ear canal, moth succumbs…
In my defense - The 3000th night doing it is rather dull
I’ve never chopped wood in my life. Now mind you, I also live somewhere where even the threat of a light dusting of snow disables the city.
Having done it occasionally for bonfires and the like, there’s a certain catharsis to it. Not sure I’d want it to be my main plan for heating the house, but that’s how it was done for millennia.
