The day after I confirm to myself that I, Calvin, am indeed a 'slipper guy' (a person who enjoys wearing his slippers around the house), I am horribly maimed while removing hot wings from the oven. I have yet to see any connection between the two events but I want to let the Universe know that I will not be letting THIS one go until I do.
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6 comments:
Ouch, looks painful my friend!
Eugggh, that's a nasty burn.
A good scar to pick up the ladies with though.
Oh sure if the burn was on my face or neck. But on the underside of my formarm looks like exactly what it was - a spaz move, a retard play, I got slow, I got soft and that is when the jungle got me. (For this story to work you have to image that the oven is the jungle). Now I am maimed and scarred. Who could love me. What if I have to roll up my sleeves one day. Will they be horrified or will my large penis be all they will seem to care about at the time?
Now THAT is some GOOOD writing there.
Don´t woory Cal. Bear your scar with pride: girls love scarred heroes. Now, make up a good story around your accident.
How does one explain that a numnut doesn't know to open the oven door all the way before reaching for the hot wings. I don't remember much after that.
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