Tuesday, November 8, 2011

My friends only get horrifying gifts.


So whenever I have spare parts lying around that won't be worn by a patient, I like to spruce them up a little and, sometimes, send them to friends as tokens of my love and appreciation:
A cute little boy holding one of my "gifts". I'm sure he'll turn out just fine.
Another finger, only this time it has blood spray on it. Hot.
An ear, severed by a chainsaw.
Another view of the finger.
The severed ear, among Dan's exercise accoutrements.

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