Bloody Knuckles Post
So it was the latter.
Apparently I am starting fight clubs all over the place.
That place just happened to be my friend Weston's house last night.
In a somewhat drunken stupor, I found it to be pleasant to punch my friend Darin's (6'5"ish ex-cop) fists, and did the same to poor Weston.
I can barely close my fingers, type, eat... pretty much anything utilizing the full functioning of that hand.
I'm so clever.
\m/
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