huffpuffman

So, apparently last night I stubbed/tore open/possibly broke my toe last night. It happened last night at Katie’s apartment sometime after dinner. There was actually quite a bit of blood running down my foot for about an hour. Katie and Delia couldn’t understand why I was dramatically jumping around the room for ten minutes dropping more f-bombs than a typical line from Pulp Fiction.

Anyway, it’s probably time to give ol’ pops a call and find out what the damage is. All I know is that there is no way I’m standing on my foot for 6 hours at Penney’s today.

Here’s some swelling after the initial clean up.

It’ll probably start looking worse so I may change this one out.

Fact:
There is a town in Sweden called “A” and a town in France called “Y.”