It is attacking someone literally with your pubic bone Well, perhaps all of this attention on David miscavige's tiny hard body is what's partly drawn the attention of a Scientology Twitter front called

that has some edge to it Not a carved wooden sign You have fallen into the hole Yeah Like that sweet But yeah, it's not a record job Absolutely Unfortunately Put the lotion on the skin Or you get the bone

He's described as made of bone, like an exoskeleton, which I find really cool. And she also describes him like this. A face that looked like it had been crafted from dried, weatherworn bone.

Like I like the idea of a person made out of bones, like your skin's bone. Oh yeah. That's gross and cool.

Obviously it brought up that podcast But also there is the website Paul moran's calm that comes from the perspective of a person that very distinctly has a bone to pick Listen on and you'll see why as

It's all infected meningitis Yeah, they just kind of scoop it out because they scoop it out like half your face is flat because it doesn't have any bone It didn't get meningitis.

Yeah, it's more of a bone thing Oh, is it more of a bone thing? I always thought of you saw bone like our first gift to patreon was you sawing bones Like henry and I didn't be like give them bones.

In March of 1920, he shot a neighbor's dog for burying a bone beside his fence and coldly told the owner that he did so in a tone that suggested the act was entirely justified.

As far as Hewick went, his body was, quote, reduced to a terrible hunk of blood and bone and hair. God, I love, I fucking love Schechter's writing. Yeah, it's good.

And while she did survive, the following surgery saw the removal of 62 pieces of shattered bone from her brain. Geez.

hey, you know, we remember in Glasgow is when we saw, we went to that one, that club, late night club, where it was just a bunch of like elderly people in fluorescent lights, dirty fucking just pubic bone

on pubic bone grind in each other in a fucking they were so sexually charged.

Long curved teeth begin to separate, forcing the taut, glistening skin to draw back over exposed tendons and white bone. The spittle breaks free. The demon lunges. I open my eyes.

Screams that freeze you to the bone.

They clawed at his door begging and pleading until fingernails gave way to bone. Sometime later, when the sirens turned off and false alarm was called, the man exited his bunker.