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Holy Fookin Ouch
So I'm at work today accepting the beer order as per the norm for every Tuesday since I've been here, when I decide to move a keg of hoegaarden into the fridge. That particular keg hits a spot of water as I'm dragging it, and the next thing I know, my fooking hand is slammed in between two fuckin kegs.
What's my first reaction? Pull the fookin thing free.
Yeah.
As I do that, I feel a pop, since the two kegs really didn't wanna let my hand free.
But I'll be damned, I got it free, and the first thing I did was grab it and shriek in absolute silence.
Of course, as soon as I grabbed my hand, I felt another POP!!!, as my fookin knuckle POPPED RIGHT BACH INTO THE JOINT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE IN!!!!!!
Of course, what do I do? Finish the next 6 hours of my elevenn hour shift, then have a pint, then go for a couple drinks with a few staff members. And now I'm at home thinking, why is my god damn hand so swollen and yellow?
Sweet Jeebus!!
Hey-zues Chris!!
Anybody ever done shit like this to themselves?
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My sister in law was an oak tree,
or do I mean a manhole cover?
I've got a brain like a jukebox.
Here, didn't you kill my brother?
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