Ok, tis official. After a differential digosnition this fair morn from my Ma and Step-Pa... I have broken my toe. And there is a very little I can do about it, other than moan, rest it and get out of filling the pop fridge at work. I asked if I could have a cane, and my Ma said, "No, and you can't have Vicodin either." (me:*pout
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