Freak gravy accident
So it's been a week. I feel ready to talk about it (and now I can somewhat type). Last Tuesday I had a freak, gravy accident. You've all been there, you're opening a can and it gets stuck. You backtrack and go the other way with the stupid can opener, hoping this will get the job done. You give up. You reach in to pry the lid off, full well knowing that bastard's sharp. Don't do it!
This time, LO! The gravy can! He was a formidable opponent! LO, LO, LO, he was a mighty can and sliced me to the bone! My first thought:
I've made a horrible mistake...
I'm getting my stitches out tomorrow. Damn gravy can. Hopefully, in time, I'll be able to bend my finger again.
This time, LO! The gravy can! He was a formidable opponent! LO, LO, LO, he was a mighty can and sliced me to the bone! My first thought:
I've made a horrible mistake...
I'm getting my stitches out tomorrow. Damn gravy can. Hopefully, in time, I'll be able to bend my finger again.
posted by kroushlconflict at 7:22 PM
5 Comments:
Sorry to hear about your accident. I'd start getting gravy that comes in a jar if I were you.
It's probably a better bet to avoid gravy altogether.
I heard about your mishap. Glad you're ok, BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT - I REPEAT - DO NOT GIVE UP GRAVY!
Right - you need something to put on the bacon.
true...
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