Oh boy. My brother has gone and done it now.
He hurt himself opening a jar of pickles. Yup. Pickles.
And then he did the most macho thing he could think of - he told the world about it. And he even theorizes he might have broken something. Sounds like someone needs a hug. *squish*
Look dude, it's a good thing you're already married. Cuz damn.
But it got me to thinking... there was this one time I broke something. And that something happened to be my nose (can't even tell anymore, can ya?). You see, it was my freshman year in college and one day I wanted to make oatmeal in my hot pot. But d@mn1t, I didn't have any measuring cups to measure the oatmeal so I put on my jacket and marched my skinny little freshman bee-hind out the front doors only to get promptly tackled by some guys playing football.
Typical me, paying attention. WELL I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE OATMEAL, OKAY?!?!?!
The moral of the story: at least I didn't break it opening a jar of pickles.
*I love you man*
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I thought it was kinda manly that I could possibly break a bone opening a jar of pickles. I mean think about the manly strength you would need to do something like that.
*spaz*