Broke one of my hand bones in a drunken fight with a bloke once. I might have abused him in a drunken way, he took offense and pushed me on the floor. I overp[owered him and punched him a few times in the face and in the morning I realised I had a broken hand. My housemate thought it was just dislocated and offered to put the bone back into place but I declined in my wisdom. That turned out to be a good move, as it was a proper fracture and I was in plaster for a few weeks. Needless to say, the moral of the story is to only punch thin air in a rage or Mr. Soft the Trebor soft mints guy. When I meet him, I'm going to punch his lights out.

sentimentalteas sentimentalteas
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Feb 26, 2010