>Bring a 911 operator is quite a hassle
>Homicides, suicides, robberies, and everything in between
>But today was one of the strangest cases I had.
>"911, what's your emergency?"
>A nasely, desperate female voice answers back
>'u-uh, I-uh...I bit off my boyfriend's lips!'
>"You...what?"
>'I RIPPED OFF HIS LIPS BY ACCIDENT'
>"stay calm ma'am, where are you right now?"
>'Im...Uh...'
>I hear muffled, pained screams that vaguely sound like a address.
>'We're in skin row, apartment 9, Dapoli road!'
>"Is your boyfriend bleeding badly?"
>'YES HE IS'
>"Alright, I want you to tie a cloth around the wound, try and stop as much blood as you can"
>'I don't have...'
>She goes silent for awhile
>'alright...'
>I hear some commotion, before she gets back to me
>'Done'
>"Okay, good, emergency services have already been dispatched to your location.'
>We keep on the phone for awhile, checking the guys condition and such
>The authorities finally arrive
>I get a text from one of my buddies who's in the force
>It's a picture of the guy, who I assume to be the boyfriend, with a shirt tied around his face and neck
>'Oppai' is proudly stamped on it.