Paper Cuts and Head Bumps - Page 3

ibex · 02-07-2008, 02:45 PM

Last year, while waiting for a bus at New York City's fabulous Port Authority bus terminal at 2:30 AM, I tried to slide what I thought was an open platform door but it was locked. It took a few blood splotches landing on my bus schedule for me to look at my right palm and see a razor thin three inch scar that I must have gotten from the metal edge of the sliding door. Thank God they had some hand soap left in the bathroom as my only other alternative was a stray can of scowering cleanser left behind by a janitor. It was days before any evidence of that fucking slice vanished from my right palm. Hurt like a sonovabitch the whole ride back to Boston.

Chantytown · 02-07-2008, 02:47 PM

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Originally Posted by Comicsartist

Ask and ye shall receive.

Really? Oh! Ok!

Um, I need milk, a six pack of Sam Adams Winter Brew, aaaaaaaaaaaand…. Oh! Greentea body spray!

Chantytown · 02-07-2008, 02:49 PM

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Originally Posted by Comicsartist

If Chanty hasn't been saved from her clumbsiness yet, I doubt she'll ever be free of her curse.

No worries. I often dive behind free standing brick walls when they are nearby.

I can promise you that there is absolutely no threat of my becoming graceful.

Comicsartist · 02-07-2008, 02:49 PM

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Originally Posted by Chantytown

Really? Oh! Ok!

Um, I need milk, a six pack of Sam Adams Winter Brew, aaaaaaaaaaaand…. Oh! Greentea body spray!

Any luck?

It's alright, it's alright, alright. She moves in mysterious ways.

Chantytown · 02-07-2008, 02:50 PM

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Originally Posted by ibex

Last year, while waiting for a bus at New York City's fabulous Port Authority bus terminal at 2:30 AM, I tried to slide what I thought was an open platform door but it was locked. It took a few blood splotches landing on my bus schedule for me to look at my right palm and see a razor thin three inch scar that I must have gotten from the metal edge of the sliding door. Thank God they had some hand soap left in the bathroom as my only other alternative was a stray can of scowering cleanser left behind by a janitor. It was days before any evidence of that fucking slice vanished from my right palm. Hurt like a sonovabitch the whole ride back to Boston.

Ouches!