I don’t think that my body particularly likes my left fuck-you finger very much. Some of you may remember my close escape from death last year when I managed to end up being taken to hospital by ambulance with all sirens blaring after slightly cutting the top of said finger. All I needed was a tetanus shot. Those Croix Rouge people get really bored during expos, but the ride was fun.
Last night, my mate Tony down-the-road invited me for supper and while he was cooking I managed to knock the same finger on the opposite side of the joint (the palm side of the hand) and woke up this morning with a purple finger. It doesn’t really hurt, but is just slightly swollen and very purple.
Fair enough, I do bruise very easily and am forever finding bruises on my body but I do think that this finger is having more than it’s fair share of bruising.
I wonder where I’ll next find a bruise.
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Hmm…does this mean you will have to retire that finger from…ahem…other activities as well?
If Down-the-Road Tony was cooking, what were you doing??? Sticking your fingers in the electric mixer?
Remember, you only have one left fuck-you finger, and it’s important. It is vitally necessary for flipping the bird left-handed and in stereo.
(One of these days we have to find a responsible adult to look after you.)
Maybe it’s a wise idea to keep that finger flexed and tucked in with the others instead of waving it about at every person you get in sight. That would reduce the risk.
Hope you have a supply of Arnica in the house if you bruise easily.
Suggestion.
Fold it inward toward your palm, tape it down to keep it out of trouble.
That’s what you get for not using it for it’s intended purpose.
Was it worth the bruising?
Elbows and knees? *scarpers*
Don’t take any chances. Wrap your whole self in cotton wool for the foreseeable future.