honeyisfunny wrote:

that damned fly wrote:gnarly.

Looks worse in the flesh as it kind of has a springy, "unattached" quality to it.

my brother has a broke knuckle that gives his finger the same "spring, unattached quality.

he broke that knuckle on my head.

take that!

That toe is entirely too familiar to me.

Seriously mate, go have it set properly. I know it seems ridiculous for one toe but otherwise this could bug you for the rest of your life. Mine certainly bloody do.

lemur68 wrote:Goodness, go see a proper doctor. It's not like you're under the US health care system.

Actually, that's pretty much what a doctor would tell one to do for a broken toe (they'd probably suggest different tape), unless it's the big toe. Trust me; I've broken or dislocated almost all of my toes.

It sometimes helps to put some gauze or cotton in between the toes before taping them, depending on which direction they've been mangled.

honeyisfunny wrote:TOE

It looks as if it's trying to escape.

I babysat a friend of mine's kid tonight and I had to watch 'The Marine' with him.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT'S LIKE THE WORST MOVIE OF ALL TIME

honeyisfunny wrote:INDIE-ROCK REPAIR - Gaffa tape as splint.

A.k.a. The Slint Splint.

(Sorry, couldn't resist. G.W.S.)

MrFood wrote:On a rare clear evening two nights ago, I saw an incredible shooting star, right in front of me and it actually had the weird added bonus of appearing to be green. Yes, green. No, I was neither high nor drunk.

I'm pretty sure that's evidence of high copper content. I happened to see the Peekskill meteorite, and that was green also.

honeyisfunny wrote:Stone cold sober, moving stuff around my house, caught my foot on a guitar stand case type thing, large 'crack' noise, Hardwick offered that "ouch, that's going to hurt", I sunk my bite down on a pillow on the sofa and screamed and then we assessed the damage. It hurts a lot right now, 5 hours on.

No one's gonna make a pillow biter joke? Oh come on, you're all just getting lazy now.


Sir, I haven't forgotten you! I meant to mail your package today but your address is in an e-mail account that I can't access from work. Wednesday, I promise. And I'll fit as much splendid junk in there as I can!

Fuck, Chris, that toe looks really painful...

Dindon caught some brutal virus on Christmas Eve that saw her vomiting multiple times, diaretic and actually made her pass out twice. She's only just recovered from it, after giving it to her best friend who'd come round to look after her. Said friend went down with it on the morning of Boxing Day, a few hours before she had to fly back to France.

Not surprsiingly then, I had a sense of foreboding when I woke up at 4am this morning in a cold sweat, shivering and feeling nauseous. I felt really fucking weird in the head too - I think the temperature was making me delirious, there were all these bizarre stream of consciousness thoughts running through my mind and I kept thinking I was Mike Ashley, the owner of Newcastle football club - a remnant of the dream I was having before waking or something? Dunno, but it was pretty horrible. Anyhow, I spent an hour like that before having to rise suddenly andand go and violently vomit my guts up in the toilet. I eventually got back to sleep, but woke up three more times to violent exits from the other end. Right now I'm sat in bed, feeling shakey and having terrible stomach cramps. I've got five guests staying at the moment from France, and I can't even get out of bed to offer them a cup of tea, as I reckon I'd just vom on them instead. I just told them about last night, and have had to leave them to fend for themselves - something I feel shitty about, but what can I do?

New Year's Eve 2007 is shaping up nicely then. Alone and ill in bed, anyone? Please excuse the self-pity, but I feel acutely miserable.

Yuck. You poor bugger.

Only plus is, these full-blast bugs don't last that long. Keep your fluid intake up. And New Years Eve is hugely overrated anyway.
But you've got guests - oh dear.

Bad luck old chap.