I loves the grape.
I broke my foot. Okay, not really. Well, maybe. I hurt it something good. I dropped a full bottle of wine on it tonight and smashed the holy hell out of it. (Don't worry, the wine was fine.) I now have a bottle shaped goose egg where my foot bones used to be. Not that my feet were ever pretty but now - yi.
I broke my ankle once. It was at Gunderman's New Year's Eve bash. I remember twirling... some steps... I think maybe booze was involved... I do know that Baldy plopped down on my lap and started bouncing while cackling "It's not BROKEN!"
Liar.
So let's see - I broke my ankle in college while shitfaced and busted my foot by dropping a bottle of wine on it. I think there's a sign in here somewhere but it's far too cryptic for me to understand.
posted by Ali @ 10:16 PM
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Aw, come on, McKinney! That was just a fracture!
Alcohol and Dan's house don't make a good combo.
Didn't Les break his ankle there too?
OK, people, let's not mythologize my home and the alcohol levels therein. I was inside, stone sober, watching movies with a couple of folks, when Les and Miller attempted some sort of prank, during which Les tripped and broke his shin bone.
If they were hopped up on anything, I had nothing to do with it.
And anyway, on a few occasions, I happened to have exceedingly good times in my home under the influence of alcohol. Rowr...
How about your driveway? Can we mythologize that?
Go to town on the driveway. Much mythology surrounds that. And without liquor!
I remember when Dan and I made out in his driveway...
Good times...
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