Well, at least the photographer got there on time!

Damn, that's gonna leave a mark.

You should warn people about that link. It's got an image really not for the squeamish or those who don't feel comfortable gawking at people's pain.

But, hey, in that position, I'd appreciate the smoke.

Ow.

See, you think it's all fun and games hanging out with the "wrong" crowd, but then it degenerates into petty crime, and then it degenerates into theft, and next thing you know, you have your feet impaled on a fence. Be good, kids.

People, if I'm ever in a torturous, life-threatening situation, please Give Me Grapes. Not so much the cigarette, unless it's lit and I can use it, McGyver-like, to burn through ropes that are binding me, or maybe to burn away an attacker, or somesuch.

But grapes. Definitely grapes.

Thanks!

This is just like The Hand that Rocks the Cradle except for with more grapes and cigarettes and less Rebecca De Mornay.