HNT: Hurts like a thousand bullet wounds.

I don't need this to tell me I'm dying.

I'm right-handed, too.. so this is more than a little tragic.

It's my phone-answering hand.

It's my most used typing hand.

It's my writing hand.

.. and most importantly, it's my blogging-hand!

How am I supposed to click a mouse with this huge ass paper cut on my pinky?!?

And yes, Snav, that is your 'Chocolate Age' survey I'm working on in the background.

But in the middle of adding 552 to 1756 and dividing by 237, I was distracted by this magazine [aka The Papercut Culprit] :

Worried about half-nekkidness?

Take your shirt off and call him in the morning. Happy HNT!