Monday, November 16, 2009

Death of the Franken-Chin

Got my sutures taken out last week. The Franken-Chin is no more. Now my roommate is going to have to come up with a new nickname for it.



Seems to be healing up nicely, though I guess that means my sympathy window with the ladies is up.  Now the only question is whether I can justify playing in the Turkey Bowl this year.  So where do you think one draws the line between "freak accident" and "God telling you to cut it out?"