Burger after work = Good. Plus a shake. I don’t even hate myself.

Ignore the band-aid. I never cut myself at work. No never.

Pop sent me a (pretty interesting) knife safety article. I didn’t really think abut it before (beyond wanting to look like a non-fool, probably a foolish thing) now even when I’m dicing tomatoes I think about accidentially goring myself (aka am more careful, probably a good thing.)

If you don’t dismember yourself, you get a burger.

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