let's be honest, my amazing discipline and catlike reflexes go to shit when i am offered hawt secks. stumbling in the dark toward the bed after an obligatory toothbrushing (considerate aren't i?) i stumbled over a mini-trampoline (yes, my girlfriend has a mini-trampoline in her room; no, you can't have her) and faceplanted an outward angled corner of her wall. i quickly learned how amazingly the human body works. my eyebrow, upon impact, deployed like an airbag full of bloody blister fluid. although not unconcious, i came to standing in front of the bathroom mirror wiping blood out of my eye, having a solid flashback of the last round of Rocky. only not as cool because i'm just a clutz and i haven't been blessed with carl weathers's holy glow.
on the bright side, pity sex abounds.
i'm not above pity.
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Niiiice shiner. That is better than the one I got from hitting myself in the face with a tennis racket.
What lies have you crafted to explain your black eye? I have high expectations... although, "What can I say? I got it during sex," isn't actually a lie and sounds pretty awesome.
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