Thursday, November 24, 2011

slice and dice…

"so, mr. bastard what seems to be the trouble?"

"well doc, I sliced off the tip of my finger on a mandoline"

"that's got to hurt"

"yep. and after about 45 minutes of direct pressure, I find that I'm still bleeding. so I decided that it was a good time to seek a professional on the matter"

"well you came to the right place"

"good, because I think i'd have a problem if I didn't"

so in a nutshell, the bastard sliced off a little piece of finger so I had to once again meet my neighborhood in an inconvenient way.

reminds me of the time in the fhillz when my v dub had a massive gas leak that introduced me to that hood.

only with more blood and less gasoline.

—the bastard

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