Me: Hey Umulu, why do you have a big bandage on your thumb?
Umulu: Oh, I was chopping vegetables the other night and I accidentally cut off the tip of my finger.
Me: Oh, my God, are you OK? Was it like a tiny bit off the top, or a big chunk?
Umulu: Well, I looked down and there was the tip of my finger. Like a recognizable chunk of fingertip.
Me: Jeez, that's wild. What'd you do with it?
Umulu: I threw it down the garbage disposal.
Me: (heavy thunking noise as I hit the floor in a dead faint.)
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Geez, when I had the tip of my finger cut off in the car door I screamed, "fire, fire!" But then again I was only six.
I think Umulu is both a badass and slightly disturbed. One tough bitch!
Nope, seriously disturbed. I would have lost my shit.
If I had been Umulu, I would have been the heavy thunking noise hitting the floor in a dead faint. Oh My Word!! She is a seriously disturbed.
And she is a seriously disturbed badass if she went ahead and ate whatever it was she had been chopping!
I'm going to have to go with BADASS. Way to keep your cool, Umulu! Who needs fingertips, anyway?
i go with badass too. even if i am a little afraid of her now. :)
Youch! That is one tough babe.
jeez, can't they reattach those? Not anymore.
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