I have royally fucked up the middle finger of my left hand. It is swollen and gross. If I look like I'm swearing at you, I assure you that this is not the case, merely a crude byproduct of swollen joints.
Unless I'm kissing said digit and screaming 'This is all for you!'.
Then you can assume I'm swearing.
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I just want to know when you don't do that.
I'm doing it now. I'll spare you the ASCII art version.
Oh, and no, it's not any better. Thanks for asking, concerned suibling.
I would've accepted "subibling," which could pass for a clever attempt at turning "younger sibling" into one convenient package, but this is simply awkward.
As you're injured, however, I'll let it pass -- just not without pointing it out to everyone else first.
Injury = piss=poor typing.
I think I just proved my own point.
Not really. All you've managed to prove is that you don't check what you write.
Are you any better now? Or is it too late for that?
Sod off, sis.
I'll take that as it's too late to ask and no.
It's OK. I was just overwhelmed by your concern.
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