I was thinking about this little incident the other day. I worked around 2300 degree bronze for six months and all I have is one nearly-invisible potmark on my arm. I work in a restaurant for six weeks and I end up with permanent scars from dish soap.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Holy Foot Five Months Later
It only took five months, but the holes have finally filled in. I figure I'm stuck with the scars.
I was thinking about this little incident the other day. I worked around 2300 degree bronze for six months and all I have is one nearly-invisible potmark on my arm. I work in a restaurant for six weeks and I end up with permanent scars from dish soap.
I was thinking about this little incident the other day. I worked around 2300 degree bronze for six months and all I have is one nearly-invisible potmark on my arm. I work in a restaurant for six weeks and I end up with permanent scars from dish soap.
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Yeah, but chicks dig scars! Just ask Aunt Debbie!
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