Hospitals are for sissies. If my foot turns blue and loses all feeling, I'll bite the god damn thing off myself and wear it as a necklace because I'm just that much of a
BAD ASS
At least it stopped bleeding. Maybe I will wash it with soap. But then again, maybe I'll win the lottery too.
I didn't leave the hammer out. My little brother did. He was building some miniture golf thing for a geometry project and left all his tools on the floor. At least I didn't step on the drill or the box cutters.
I wish Jeanette was my mom. My real mom told me "that's gross! Don't bleed on my carpet." I'm pretty sure she wasn't kidding.