The Grim Brie-per

Aug 15, 2006 11:19

This weekend I stabbed myself in the finger with a knife while trying to cut the cheese. That's actual cutting of actual cheese, by the way, not farting. I can't even begin to imagine what kind of gas you would need to have in order to be able to stab yourself in the finger.

I had invited the girls over to continue planning the shower for anniewaits' ( Read more... )

food, hypochondria, neuroticism, cheese

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Uncle LeeChee says.... anonymous August 17 2006, 19:11:16 UTC
Wow, you're all grown up! I passed that point not long ago when my gall bladder screamed at me to lie down and feel serious pain. I was more worried about the bill for the hotel room that we didn't stay in than I was with some horrible pain in my stomach. Blood, however, will still make me light headed and prone to faint. I can't watch anyone take blood from my arm as I get light headed super fast and my ears ring. Oh well - we all can't be flobotomists or whatever.

Yours Woozily,

- LeeChee

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