Those who know me know that I'm a hand-talker of the highest order. Tie my hands, tie my tongue.
Well, last night, while at my friend Scott's house, I punched a wall, full force, in the process of hand-talking (yes, everybody was watching... and yes, they all laughed at me). But I didn't just punch the wall, I punched the corner of the wall, and that corner went right between two knuckles. At the time, it didn't hurt so bad and I just kind of walked it off. But when I woke up this morning, my hand hurt like hell to move, or especially make a fist.
I am such a dumba$$.
You hear that people? DUMB. A$$.
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