my cut wound
before i continue, u absolutely must know how i cut myself.. so after cell, we needed to return the key to some box lar.. its like those letter box looking kindda box.. and yuen being the stubongz that he is, insisted that he could throw the key into the slit.. but i had to hold open the flap.. so the 3rd time he threw it, somehow hit my hand, and my instinct was to catch the key.. but in that quick 1 nano seconds, my finger got cut. so basically i got cut becoz of man's stubongzness.. n im prolly a stubong to have went along with it..
but how i got cut is not the main issue.. that story was just to gain a few sympathy votes.. its what happening to it that amuses me.. you see, i've just taken out the plaster just now.. n ok i have a gross habit of smelling my wounds, cos i like the smell of blood.. but to my amusement when i put it near my nose, my wound actually smells like beer!! ok i din dip my finger in beer if u think im a stubongz (not that this post is very intellectual aniwei).. so yeah i was just wondering have i drank so much beer that its actually just going all around my body now?? hmmm i'd love to drink my own blood if that was the case...
and im still waiting for someone to turn my taps at home into beer taps.
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napkin man
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10:16 am
