How do I feel about the fact that I papercut the hell out of the web between my thumb and forefinger? Well, maybe not the web part or whatever it’s really called. More like the edge of the palm of my hand. In a word? Good. In two words? Not good.
Thank God it’s not my shuffling hand is all I can say.
I once heard of a guy who brushed up against a bit of machinery and cut his shoulder. He got a massive infection and was super sick, went to the hospital and found out he had a necrotizing facetious and lost his arm and a load of flesh off of his torso.
Also the username Pete Wentz originally used for his MySpace account was/is the same as my IM account. So when FOB really hit big, Pete locked down his MySpace account to stem the flood of 12 year old girls bugging him. Two point six five seconds after he locked down his account I started getting a flood of messages over IM from distraught youngsters asking my why “I” was shunning them. It took me a little while to figure out what was going on, but once I did I totally embraced my new status as teenage heartthrob. I would regularly tell them all that I was gay as gay could be and that the thought of being with a women made me physically ill, or that my music was complete BS and I only did it for the money. I would tell them that I was seriously thinking of moving into Country and Western or New Age music. Threats of suicide were fun. After a day or so of that foolishness I simply stopped using that AIM account.
So what do these stories have to do with AMR’s paper cut? very little, and absolutely nothing.
I’d suggest a little alcohol and a Bandaid Alison.
Funny story Brett (typing this post with my one arm).
So I just had this flash image of me being Hawkeye from MASH and you being Hot Lips Houlihan…of course I healed your wound with a kiss.
Paper Cuts = Suxors
One arm, Ted? Pete Wentz as masturbatory fodder, or did you loose it after crossing the Yakuza on a gambling debt?