Why all that tomato juice, good sir?
So. My uncle accidentally cut off the tip of his finger today.
Then we played 'Who has the better scars'. I thought my can't-bend-my-toe-anymore and the-day-I-took-a-straight-razor-to-my-thigh were sure wins, but my mother beat me with how-I-fell-onto-a-broken-wine-bottle. My sister's more impressive was someone-drove-a-bike-over-me, which is really only impressive if you didn't see it. The yelling that followed was much more interesting. Four-inch-cut-on-my-leg took the trophy, though.
I think.
And now we're all drunk.
How was your Saturday evening?
And where the hell did my underwear go?
Then we played 'Who has the better scars'. I thought my can't-bend-my-toe-anymore and the-day-I-took-a-straight-razor-to-my-thigh were sure wins, but my mother beat me with how-I-fell-onto-a-broken-wine-bottle. My sister's more impressive was someone-drove-a-bike-over-me, which is really only impressive if you didn't see it. The yelling that followed was much more interesting. Four-inch-cut-on-my-leg took the trophy, though.
I think.
And now we're all drunk.
How was your Saturday evening?
And where the hell did my underwear go?