Last weekend, Beth and Jim got married. I was a groomsman, and it was great -- beautiful day, great people, and karaoke. What I didn't tell the happy couple was that I almost killed myself in a virtuoso fit of shaving just 45 minutes before I was supposed to meet up with the goon (sorry, groom).I cut myself not once, not twice, but three times. The one on the chin bled like hell for a long time, and I thought for sure it would sneak its way onto my white dress shirt. The one on my right ear (pictured) coagulated pretty quick, but still needed a bandaid in case of drip. The one on my left ear was a bear, but it finally stopped as well.
Why was I shaving both my ears? A guy's gotta look his best.
2 comments:
You = moron.
Still not as dumb as the time I cut the inside of my nose while shaving. That fucker bled forever.
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