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Cass - Oct 26, 2006 4:51:46 pm PDT #8835 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

It's actually quite ouch. It was a stab, not a slice so I am going to wrench the bandage off later tonight without risking a rebleed, but I expect that I will be putting Bactracin on it for a few days to ensure bug-free healing.

I also ran a shopping cart over/into my toenail earlier.

Seriously, who gave me a body without making sure my Human license was valid?

JenP - Oct 26, 2006 5:00:08 pm PDT #8836 of 10000

Cass, back away from the... everything that's not a stuffed animal or a cushion. Dude.

Oh, Elliebug. You are so cute in your ladybug costume. I'm sorry it vexes you so.

Daisy Jane - Oct 26, 2006 5:09:44 pm PDT #8837 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Cass, back away from the... everything that's not a stuffed animal or a cushion. Dude.

Seconded. Didn't you also roll a table over your foot?

sj - Oct 26, 2006 5:21:16 pm PDT #8838 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Awww, Ellie is so very cute even when she's in tears. Poor baby.

Cass, back away from the... everything that's not a stuffed animal or a cushion. Dude.

Thirded, you are not allowed to touch stabby things anymore.

Nicole, insent.

Laga - Oct 26, 2006 5:35:03 pm PDT #8839 of 10000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

When I was 12 and started tripping over tables and bouncing off door frames Mom said I would soon grow into my body. I'm still waiting. Hmm I wonder where this bruise came from?

Daisy Jane - Oct 26, 2006 5:38:54 pm PDT #8840 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Oh, I'm totally the pot to Cass's kettle. I've tripped over a foul line- the painted line on the basketball court. I've nearly broken a rib on a barstool, stepped in a mess'o'glass playing ball with my heels off (because with heels on is just stupid, barefoot at a bar is much, much better), punched a hole in a window, and burned my boob with a curling iron. And that's just the stuff I tell people about.

Cass - Oct 26, 2006 5:42:48 pm PDT #8841 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Cass, back away from the... everything that's not a stuffed animal or a cushion. Dude.
Are we back to the padded hampster ball for me?
Seconded. Didn't you also roll a table over your foot?
No! That was my thumb.

Daisy Jane - Oct 26, 2006 5:47:41 pm PDT #8842 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Bubble-Cass!

Cass - Oct 26, 2006 6:02:55 pm PDT #8843 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Sadly, I think I agree.

Hey ... Bubbles ... WINE!

sj - Oct 26, 2006 6:06:15 pm PDT #8844 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Especially no sharp objects after wine, Cass.

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