IcarusBen
Chieftain
- Joined
- Jun 15, 2013
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So... I feel stupid.
I wear clogs. It's something I've done all my life. It's not just me, either. Pretty much all my Danish relatives do it, too. But imagine what happens when your clogs have floppy soles and you decide to run on really pointy asphalt.
Yeah.
I got scraped up really bad. My left leg is fine, but my right... Oh boy. Because the asphalt is so pointy, my previously gained scar got ripped out of it's place and, in fact, I actually scraped my kneecap. I got cut so bad I went down to the bone. That sucks.
Because I waited too long, stitches would be useless and I also couldn't clean it right. As such, my neighbor (who just so happens to be the comedian Gallagher's nephew or something) had to use tweezers to pull out the little pieces of gravel in my knee.
At least I'll have a wicked scar, but then again, with my luck I'll heal completely with no scarring what so ever.
I wear clogs. It's something I've done all my life. It's not just me, either. Pretty much all my Danish relatives do it, too. But imagine what happens when your clogs have floppy soles and you decide to run on really pointy asphalt.
Yeah.
I got scraped up really bad. My left leg is fine, but my right... Oh boy. Because the asphalt is so pointy, my previously gained scar got ripped out of it's place and, in fact, I actually scraped my kneecap. I got cut so bad I went down to the bone. That sucks.
Because I waited too long, stitches would be useless and I also couldn't clean it right. As such, my neighbor (who just so happens to be the comedian Gallagher's nephew or something) had to use tweezers to pull out the little pieces of gravel in my knee.
At least I'll have a wicked scar, but then again, with my luck I'll heal completely with no scarring what so ever.