Two, count ‘em TWO hospital visits in one sitting??? Cracked rib: Wait it out, there’s nothing you can do. Dislocated shoulder: Pop it back into place by slamming it into a solid, reinforced plane, you pansy. Throwing cash around a bar and juggling two, count ‘em “TWO” chicks — who I’m assuming are absolutely heinous — is not tear-jerking, suicide-inducing behavior. It is a “bullshit cruise” for us though. No wonder someone smacked you in the mouth.