This past week I was helping move my parents to their new house. During the move of something heavy down a short flight of stairs, I slipped and the heavy thing coupled with the acceleration due to gravity propelled me into the pointy part of a wood railing. The result was a lot of pain, a lot of bad words I'm glad my kids didn't hear, and one bitchin' bruise. Check it out:
The good news is that I drink a lot of beer and have an adorable beer belly. The fat in my belly prevented the pointy railing from puncturing my duodenum or something. As a safety precaution, I will continue to drink beer.
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THAT IS THE BEST BRUISE ~ EVER!!!
And I think that is a perfectly great reason to keep drinking beer
Oh no! I want to be safe, too...I'll drink more beer as well.
It looks like lips!
That bruise deserves a name. I think Steve fits.
Yup.
Steve the Bruise.
For the rest of it's existence, my bruise shall be named "Steve!"
Thus speaketh Gwen!!!!
I thought that thing died when Frodo dropped the ring into the volcano.
While my bruises are not nearly as impressive looking, I did bruise both of my thighs last Friday while force carbonating my first keg of homebrew. 5 gallons of beer in a keg is rather heavy, particularly when trying to rock it back on forth on my legs like some people suggest! But the pain was worth it, especially when I poured the first glass from the tap.
Jenks: I should have thought of that. I am feeling terribly embarrassed that I didn't make that observation.
Triwebmiller: The lengths we go to for our hobbies. Heal up soon my friend and enjoy your tap beer.
I'm like the banana man when it comes to bruises.
As a pharmacist, I can only support your intake of beer to cushion you from further harm.
This is a great postt
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