or my butt from all the sitting. or my hands from the crutches, or my delicate flowery heart from the fact that scut farkas never called. just kidding, i don't care that he never called. i'd rather hear from the lawyer.
since it gets really boring telling people what happened, i have invented a game where i get to tell a new story whenever i feel like it. i'm going to give you some brief and under-developed examples, and then i am holding a contest, wherein you could actually win a prize*, based on who makes up the best** story about how i broke my damn ankle. please post it in the comments section.
* you can see past contests and prizes over here and here.
**best means whatever i feel like right then.
example one: the original
i was attacked by ninjas. tiny ninjas. and i have obviously proven myself very mighty indeed, as they only broke my ankle. those feeble tiny ninjas, so feeble. and also tiny.
example two: via some dude at the lava lounge
i fell off the stage in a jennifer connelly look-a-like contest. celebrating my win of course.
example three: at the march meeting of "wine club"
this is what happens when you become an official member of wine club. and from then on, you can't talk about wine club.
example four: also at wine club
i was on pimp my ride, and xhibit totally ran over my foot. he was really nice about it though, and i got to be on tv.
now you go. and don't skimp on things like strippers, super powers, crystal meth, feathers, and gratuitous nudity.