When we last left our super hero, I was sporting a nasty burn. On Friday it got worse, so at the prompting of Sarah, I went to the doctor. Surprise! Second degree burns! Only me.
Oh, and people don't really think the real story about how I hurt myself is interesting enough. So far, the ones they have made up have included:
1. It was a hot wax sex act gone bad (I believe the direct quote from the Gay Posse was...Ice cubes! You need hot wax AND ice cubes for it to be a good hurt!!!)
2. I'm Angelina Jolie's stunt double on her next movie and I hurt myself, which is why I have a burn and a limp.
3. I ran into a burning building to save a (insert item here...cat, dog, child, grandma).
4. Too much booze. Much too much booze.
Let me know you can come up with something better. The bandage come off tomorrow, so I need something good when people comment on the scars from the burns.
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