reply to post by AccessDenied
Haha well I suspected you might but I was skeptical about how curious you'd actually be.
I've only ever had one broken bone in my life, the little toe on my left foot. Once when I was a kid, I felt a bizarre urge to run through the
house to my bedroom. Half way there I slid feet first like a major leaguer into third base, only it was my Daddy's chair side table that I slid
into...
I never even realized I'd actually broken the toe until a few months later when I happened to notice the toe and think, wow wtf is wrong with my toe?
It had this odd crooked under shape to it, much different than the opposite little toe.
So then I remembered what happened and realized I'd actually broken it and that it healed a little crooked.
As for the special toe treatment, that's a little private joke we have around here. Whenever I cook up something that's exceptionally delicious, I
claim to have stuck my special toe in it.
Hail the special toe
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