The Bruise
After being pestered by several people demanding asking to see the bruise, I took a shot of it this morning. I took it at a funny angle, and being such a lard-arse with legs that have never seen the light of the sun, I apologise in advanced...
You can click to embiggen if you really wish. And to reiterate, I wasn't in a fight, didn't fall/trip/stumble, didn't get hit or kicked, didn't get hit by a vehicle... To give you an idea of the size of it, from the top-left corner to the bottom right is just over six inches.
The bruise, people, focus.
Anyway, there you have it. I don't, as a general rule, bruise from every thump, bump and clump I suffer, otherwise I'd be permanently black-and-blue. Jo can smack me full force in the arm and it will only leave a tiddly bruise.
So, aside from Alien Kidnapping (again), place your bets. Oh yes, and it hurts too...
Name: Dan English
6 Responses to “The Bruise”
I say you went on one of those wild weekends of slaughtering and pillaging with Jo, and just don't want to tell the rest of us....
Could it have been someone throwing a brick at you to get you to stop singing outside their house at some ungodly hour? Or...did you get into a stampede at the bar in the Toothbrush?
As much as I dread to ask this, did you hear us singing?! Did we actually stand near enough your home to disturb you?
And lucky for us, no bar stampede!
And Jenny, that's in three weeks time actually :D
Clearly, you were attacked by a Teletubbie.
God no! We get quite a lot of late night noise here, so I'm used to it, I usually sleep right through(unless I'm still up and drunk myself, that is!). Were you really on my estate then? :D
What voodoo doll? I don't have no voodoo doll... and there's nothing behind my back except for these rather large pins.... and a... uhmm.... brick.
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