A few weeks ago I attempted to climb K2.
Quoted message said:From the base camp, I gazed up at its immense snowy whitness. I was
suddenly filled with a sense of foreboding, but also with grim
determination and steely resolve.
I began the ascent.
About half way up, I accidentally stepped on a mountain goat and fell
roughly 1000 feet.
Impact. I realized that I couldn't move. I was paralyzed. I lay there
for hours. Eventually hunger set in.
I decided to eat my penis.
I needed to keep my energy levels up - it was vital for survival.
It tasted like chicken.
I was subsequently rescued, but unfortunately had to have my head
amputated due to frost bite.
Let this be a lesson to all of you.