Dear friends: After reading this article I have to say, I forgive you for the time you glued my foot to the dog while I was sleeping, waited for it to dry then blew a dog whistle.
I also forgive you for shaving off half an eyebrow, putting goldfish in my toilet, dropping my drunk, naked ass off in my grandmother's yard, and duct taping me to a lightpost.
Sincerely,
Amanda

With friends like that…who needs enemas?!?

Rectum? The damn thing killed him!

If the accompanying story is to be believed, the man's friends admitted to inserting a live Asian swamp eel into the man's rectum while he was drunk. Supposedly, this was done as a “joke”. Again, assuming the story to be true:
—Just how drunk do you have to be to not feel something being forced into your rectum?
—How does one (or more) manage to do such a thing from a mechanical perspective. Not to be nasty, but seriously, imagine holding a wiggling, slippery eel. Now imagine trying to do what these men supposedly did with said eel. See? Way before you even figure out how it might be done, you get disgusted and nauseated and stop trying to figure it out. So WTF was wrong with the perverted freaks who actually did it?
—This could be the strangest bestiality/rape/murder pervert trifecta ever.
—EWWWWWWWWWWWW

His buddies inserted the eel after he passed out drunk! Worst friends ever.