I missed a high-five and hit myself in the balls. Twice.
And just the other day, I pulled a muscle opening a beer can.
I was at the local park doing some typical teenage bullshit (read: smoking pot) when I fell out of a swing. My fingers got wrapped in the chain and the chains tore the tip of my pinkie off. Did I mention I wasn’t actually swinging just sitting? Yep.
Ginger Steve didn’t think I could punch through this board. He was right.
I stapled my finger. It was on purpose.