Being Given the Finger
on September 19, 2016
at 2:30 am
My girlfriend and I were throwing around a basketball on the weekend and I totally got my finger jammed when trying to catch a simple pass. Apparently white men can’t catch either.
That’s why your drawing is weird today?
D’aw…
I jammed my finger playing basketball in June, and it was just the opposite experience for me. Even though it was painful I shrugged it off, but my other coworkers told me to go to the doctor. Turns out I had a fracture, so even a hurt finger can be something bad after all!
The first panel clearly shows that it was a finger on the right hand.
So despite your injuries you managed to grab your tools and finish your daily strip? Amazing.
To be fair, when you’re a cartoonist, an injured finger is more impairing than a missing leg…
I would NEVER make fun of the guy that draws my favorite comic strip. So…bring it on over here and I’ll kiss it and make it all better!
(better yet, have your girlfriend kiss it. You probably don’t want to come all the way to Oregon…even though it’s probably way better than where ever it is you live. Oregon is the bomb! Just sayin’…)
Hmm. How can anyone argue against your case?
🙂
*packs his bags*
I was laying down some road on my train layout the other day. I had to cut out some grassland and the razor blade slipped and went right through a chunk of my finger.
Hurts.
I tell people I knicked it while cutting the grass.
Let them ponder it for a bit before I explain.
*Ouch*
Well, a few weeks ago our dishwasher broke. So I had to wash up by hand which I hadn’t done for years (at least). So … I broke the handle off the first mug in my hands, and one of the sharp ends sliced down along my left index finger. Lots of blood.
Good thing, my wife is a nurse (I’d say she’s a healer) knowing how to do impressive bandages. Very impressive bandages.
Bonus: I had an old scar across that finger, and the new one runs rectangularly through it. The result is … also impressive. 😉
Also, you and your girlfriend weren’t playing “basketball” like those two guys throwing a frisbee at the beach, where ya?
http://imgur.com/LSXJa2n
It also depends on how you hurt you finger. Bear attack? Full respect. Opening up a box of Ritz crackers? Full ridicule.
Mahnarch, That is the funniest thing I have seen all week. I especially liked the link of the dog giving giving absolutely no f…. at the frisbee being tossed at him.
Wowwipop instead of lollipop is pronunciation, not grammar. But since you have probably been on powerful painkillers since your horrific injury, I’ll let it slide.
You’re right! It was late when I wrote this and I felt that there was a better word out there, but was just too tired to realize what it was.
I’ll change it later.
A few years ago, I broke my finger playing football. Well, actually playing catch before we played football. On the second throw. And it wasn’t tackle football; we’re too brittle for that (obviously).
Anyway, I wound up with a cast that covered my hand and wrist. People would ask me what happened. “Oh, I broke it playing football.”
From behind me, a friend: “TOUCH football.”
Earlier this summer, a truly annoying woman slammed her handicapped cart into mine, dumping half a ton of concrete pavers onto my left foot.
It cracked most of my toes open, and put eight fractures into the bones. Two of the toes had to be set, one had pins, and one was pretty much “well, that’ll heal or it won’t, we can’t do much”.
So the guy who made fun of me for not walking it off last week actually got my response to this kind of attitude, which was to go get the 8lb sledge I keep in the car, walk back to him and say, “So which foot do you want me to hit so you can show me how a real man just walks it off?”
Well, our fingertips have a higher concentration of nerve endings than anywhere else in our bodies, so… no fake sympathy here! Ouch!
Well, not all of us are circumcised …
I once caught a pass wrong and broke the index and middle finger on both of my hands. I also jammed the ring and pinkie fingers on both hands. I was in 6th grade, and the pass was thrown by an 8-year-old girl (my little sister).
I didn’t make the basketball team that year.