Dear Knucklehead
Poor little footsie
A couple things:
1) If you cut up a week's worth of meat, put it in a pile and _then_ wrap it in saran wrap before tossing it in the fridge, you end up with one big piece of fozen meat. Then you have to steam it before you cook it all beacuse you're hungry and stupid.
2) My feet are conspiring to keep me from deadlifting or squatting. First, I kicked someone hard enough to nearly break my own foot (the right one, obviously not shown) and then I drop a weight on my toe. Doesn't quite look as bad as it does in person (for some reason the ol' A200 refuses to focus no matter how much non-flash light I throw on my doggie), but still much worse than it is. You can also see the calluses/scab from where I connect when I drop 'em like Crocop.
3) I'm going to tag this with "foot fetish" because i'm evil.
Send sympathy and properly cooked meat.
Poor little footsie
A couple things:
1) If you cut up a week's worth of meat, put it in a pile and _then_ wrap it in saran wrap before tossing it in the fridge, you end up with one big piece of fozen meat. Then you have to steam it before you cook it all beacuse you're hungry and stupid.
2) My feet are conspiring to keep me from deadlifting or squatting. First, I kicked someone hard enough to nearly break my own foot (the right one, obviously not shown) and then I drop a weight on my toe. Doesn't quite look as bad as it does in person (for some reason the ol' A200 refuses to focus no matter how much non-flash light I throw on my doggie), but still much worse than it is. You can also see the calluses/scab from where I connect when I drop 'em like Crocop.
3) I'm going to tag this with "foot fetish" because i'm evil.
Send sympathy and properly cooked meat.