he he, so the other day I awoke to find a parcel on my doorstep...Oh, the excitement. So I went to open it but the tape wouldn't come off...so I got a carving knife and hacked at it....only it came undone too fast...and I smacked myself in the face. Now I have a scar running from my cheek all the way up to above my eye...thankfully I was wearing my glasses otherwise I'd have to wear a pirate patch too... but yes, now I get to tell everyone I was in a bar fight. Just thought I'd share this lesson with you all - when you are opening things with a huge, freshly sharpend knife, point the blade side down.
ooooh, burn! meh, i am probably a loser , but when people ask me what happened to my face it's a hell of a lot funnier to casually say "meh, barfight" than launch into a long story about a parcel and a knife. I love the look on people's faces when they aren't sure whether to believe your smack talk or not. I'm easily amused as well as being "such a loser".
eh...digital camera is in another city and the normal camera has no batteries. So um....use the powers of your imagination?
