"...I was beating on some shit with a hammer..."Chance you have the most colorful descriptive renditions of anybody I've read. The imagery you use always brings a smile to my face. Having said that, I'm glad your okay and will live another day to beat some more shit with a hammer, or anything else you want to beat it with.Chance..... The Shit Beater.
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Sucky week...and then BANG!!!
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Originally Posted By: Dantekwow that is terrible atleast you came out alive, but why did your eye color change? I suffered a hyphema, which is a hemorrhage in the eye. So I suppose it was actually blood behind my iris. I always thought that blue + red = blue, but apparently when it comes to your eye, blue + red = brownish green.Course math never was my strongest subject.But I'm back to my normal blue now...although still dilated.
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!!! Oh my god. Men and DIY! Chance.. I do love the way you phrase things think that was already mentioned, you wouldn't be you without it though hope you're feeling okay.
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LMAO! Sorry Damien, but last night, my man and I were discussing your eye, and how it changed color....The ONLY analogy we could come up with is how when us gals bleed through our stuff, and turn our blue jeans green...Disgusting analogy but hey, we were right!
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HAH!Come to think of it, the blood on my jeans looked more brown than anything else. But why green? I dunno.and the white polo shirt I was wearing that became a blood-soaked mess...it's now as white as the day I bought it.Cold water and Mean Green my friends.
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ah i see thank you
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You washed the shirt? Aww, you should have kept it the way it was. Then when you had someone back at your place you could "accidentally" leave it lying around somewhere and freak the fuck out of them!
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I actually thought about keeping it the way it was as sort of a souvenir. Then I thought, shoot! a permanently damaged right eye is souvenir enough, no?But that would be a hoot.Oh the stories I could concoct around a bloody white polo!Anyone feeling creative?
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Well you could leave it lying out in the open and as soon as they see it, just lock the front door and just smile...
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mean green?Fuck that shit, I had a shirt that had blood on it from a fight several years back, I only wore it for working on cars and shit cos I liked te shirt but you cant walk around covered in dried broan blood.I met Julie, she washed my shirt and it was suddenly white again.aside from teh grease and shit, no blood anymore though and it had been a few years since the blood got on it.she soaked it in peroxide, then washed it. I now have a non bloody, greasy shirt.
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That was more fun to say than, I had cut the braces and the wall, I was busting out the supports and framing to put a new door into a wall that had no door previously.Its just mroe fun to say I was beating on shit I must of come out of it fine as yesterday I took a hike into some steep shit, watched some deer and elk, then walked back out. about 4 miles total trip, on steep shitty slopes. I did alot of it with a 60 lbs kid on my back who got too tired after the first mile to finish walking and rode on dad the rest of the way.Hes actually 59 lbs, and 47 invchs. Hes gonna be 4 on the fourth of July, hes a big kid. Im counting on him making me rich when hes older and plays professional sports for mom and dads retirement.
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If it helps, I often go with out a shirt and wear a tool belt Im covered in tattoos and scars as well.and its nto dys, its work Im hired to do.Its nto what I like to do but it is part of the services I offer for cash. Id rather be building ponds and waterfalls full time instead of turning an old 20' x 16' shed into a playhouse with adeck and a covered roof and a add on for storage to the back and putting doors and windows into the bastard.What ever someone is willing to pay me money for is mostly what I do, I only get to do about 1 sometimes 2 ponds a month, more decks and green houses, sometimes a roof, alot green houses lately.
