Picture this: David Playpenz, Essex’s own motorcycle mishap maestro, wakes up post-crash minus one finger and thinks, “Waste not, want not!” Instead of tossing the digit like a stale chicken nugget, he requests a doggy-bag from the surgeons, UberEats himself home, and turns his severed pinky into a Michelin-starred solo supper—boiled, unseasoned, and served with a side of existential crisis. Hannibal Lecter is somewhere taking notes while vegans nod approvingly at the consent form
Man Cooks and Eats His Own Finger After Losing It in an Accident
