I am the proud owner of the world's lowest pain tolerance, and subsequently, ability to forget it. Any pain. If I have a hang nail I will cry but yank it off anyway. I know I shouldn't do this because the end result is almost always me ripping off a little strip of skin from my nail bed to my arm pit, no matter how quickly and stealthy I try to pull it up and out. Causing myself even more pain and possibly a staff infection. So you can imagine when I dismount from my platform bed, get my tiny baby toe caught in the frame and sail into the wall head first (baby toe still firmly lodged in the Ikea bed frame) , that I might scream bloody fucking murder and prompt the neighbors to call 911 since I am losing my mind from seeing my once lovely and pedicured toe bent away from my foot in a perfect right angle. Great, THAT'S what it takes for me to remember Geometry? Still screaming, very loudly, and possibly making up new cuss words because I already used the standard set after I looked down to see my mangled toe and try to release it from my bed without the aid of the jaws of life or a blow torch.
|5" pointy toed oh so sexy pink |
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|I hate you back, Maggot Toe!|