"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
