| Malcolm ( @ 2005-04-09 15:32:00 |
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All I want for Christmas is my...
Ahhh, alcohol related injuries.. even when they're serious, they're funny.
Last night at about 2am I thought it'd be a laugh to give Mackers a piggy back. Unfortunately the pavement got in the way. Today I'm missing two and a half teeth, can't move my left arm properly, and I have a burst lip, cuts and bruises all over my face and a bockedy pair of glasses. In fact, when I wear a sling to support my arm, I'm almost a perfect comic example of someone who's been attacked by a dog, or been in an industrial accident.
Pictures to follow, hopefully.
Kudos to those of you who lent me tissues to mop up blood, picked up fragments of my teeth from the pavement and put up with me being a moany drama queen about the whole thing.