The Common Man is nursing himself back to health today (not that he was sick), using a manly remedy from the old country, a mixture of yak urine, raw emu egg, and generic, Target-brand Robitussen. So far, so good. But as he sat here, resisting the urge to cough, Hayden, at Persistent Illusion, reminds him that there are people in the world with far bigger problems that make The Common Man's death rattle inconsequential by comparison. For instance, this moron is about to lose his foot to gangrene:
Make sure you have the volume up so you can here his foot creak/scream in agony at the tail end there. This is not normal behavior, even for a dude. Is there some kind of epoxy foot-fetish out there The Common Man is not aware of? And how raw would he have had to rub his foot to get all that junk off? Or is this finally the solution to the problem of expensive sneakers for men who are tough enough to drown their foot in epoxy?
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