I'm typing this one-handed... I broke my wrist in three places today, playing basketball with an autistic kid. Now, when a normal person breaks their wrist they go to the hospital. Not me. I had to wait for the kid's mom to arrive, then i had to drive 10 miles home, wait for a cake to come out of the oven, ride across town to sell some video games to get the gas money to go to the hospital (bf and i are both flat broke), then hit roadwork en route to the hospital.
you can't make this shit up.
it was a fudge cake, btw.
you can't make this shit up.
it was a fudge cake, btw.
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