Aug 06, 2005 14:11
In fiction, when the hero is sporting an oh so sexy eye patch and walking with just a hint of a limp, his explanation involves ninja assassins or that time he had to wrestle a crocodile.
In real life, the story is more likely to go something like this:
Well, I was standing on a folding chair hitting the spice rack with a spatula when I fell over backwards and got garlic in my eye.
Little safety tip, kids. Keep the spices where you can reach them.
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