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I cut off part of my finger—again—while making dinner on Saturday. This time, I was slicing a block of Spanish sheep's milk cheese and my finger stuck to the dank queso. Bled like a motha. Here's a photo; you can't really see the gash, but there's blood dripping, incidentally what looks like into the bottle of Patron on the table, of which I took two shots after the fateful slice.
Here's a shot of my drunk-ass brother with drunk-ass Steve Vanoni, who was showing us his graffiti on the telephone poll by the Washington Mutual on Capitol and 20th. He has a tat of the same graffiti image. We ran into him at Pieces on Friday.
That's all I got.
5 comments:
grow up joe.
i must have been real hammered because i dont even remember doing that.
joe don't wanna grow up.
i didn't remember the photo till i found it on my cam.
Shit, I was there too and I don't remember you taking that.
well, i'm glad you were driving.
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