Fahking Retribution I Tell Ya. Fahkin Hell.

I got part of my finger sliced off.
What a bitch.


Try sticking your finger into a rotating blade
spinning at, oh, I don't know. A hundred
kilometers an hour? Finger goes in, leave
said finger in for a second or two, before
the fact that you've lost sensation in said finger,
pull out finger, rinse under water till sensation
comes back.

Report to Co-Worker, who then proceeds to tell
you that such injuries are minor and 'no big deal',
after which treatment of excessive burnol, gauze
to cover the wound, and a plaster to secure the
gauze.


Your nerves begin to recover, begin screaming.

Then you tahan lah, sure as hell if you start screaming
'oh-my-fucking-god-fuck-you-bitches-I-want-to-consume
your-flesh-and-bathe-in-your-blood.'
you'd loss that hardass reputation that you've got.


What a bitch, nails, blood, flesh mangled together in a
gory mess.


It must be retribution, I tell ya.