Me, a 12-pack of Coors, a razor and a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide

Chef? You still breathing?

Can we get some pictures over here? For mikey's sake?

 

I like how he helped us with what "innebriated' meant.

 

Yes, that was good.
We're at 25 minutes with no update. Is he dead?

 

Nope.

n0t deceased yet.

nothing on TV, toe hurts.............still digging though........consciousness may become an issue at some point. Have to get a little sleep before the golf tournament in 5 hours.

Blood..........fucking blood everywhere.............

 

well my plans just changed.

 

I just tried to take a picture of the little (what's left of......) the toe.

Holy shit.

The toe just almost looked at me and said......"Seriously.....you're going to take a fucking picture of me?"

It was a see of blood and pudding.

I wish to fuck I was making this up.

Alas.....mo diggin.

 

Dig on like Dig Dug. And keep the entertainment coming.

 

I just limped into my bedroom at 2:35 am and asked my wife where my fresh box of golf balls were.

She looked at me.....said "What the fuck are you doing?

 

Oh no! Look out for the bloody toe!

 

Great work. Chef, use this as inspiration.

 

any more updates?

 

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!

It fucking hurts.

Toe is bleeding like a stuck hog.

Pudding everywhere.

Fuck me with a spork.