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Swollen Knuckles, and a Bloody Wrist |
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I play too many dangerous games.
Bloody Knuckles, I will play until my fingers fall off. Quarters, I will play until I can't feel my hand anymore. Knives, I will play until you're crying for mercy.
...and so on.
I was at a party and this guy was cutting his steak with a lovely steak knife, and he comes up to me (I'm smashed off of about..I dunno...13 beers, and some Sky Vodka) and he says " I see your scars, you play with knives, because I think that s**t's hot." Keep in mind that, yes, I used to cut myself, but that was about, 5 years ago, and I've been good.
So I say "Do you want me to ******** cut you, b***h?" "It would be sexy...." "Let me see your arm them. How deep?" "As deep as you want." "So I could kill you right now, and you would die happy?" "That's about right." I start laughing really hard. "....but you'll have to let me cut you back." "Sure, guy, but nothing too serious." So I split his arm open. A decent little gash. Then one more, and another. "It's so ******** sexy that you're willing to ******** do that." "Well, I think you're ******** nuts." I put out my arm. "All's fair, guy. Go ahead." So he cuts my arm open.
My sister went nuts, cuz she was at the party too, and I came inside after that ordeal, and was laughing like -what the ********, did I really just do that s**t?-, and she was in the same attitude, just more mad.
Next night my friend Dylan wants to play Bloody Knuckles with me, and I'm ******** injured. (I had to get some skin glue- ******** stitches), but I'm a dumbass that thinks I'm tough - so I played. It was a bet on who's knuckles would bleed after 40 punches. Neither of us bled. I was impressed, but the next day my hand was swollen as ********.
I get rowdy when I'm drunk, and challenge people, and take on extreme challenges.
I'm a dumbass lol.
Clarus Luna Somnium · Mon Sep 01, 2008 @ 06:12am · 0 Comments |
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