
Jeb Bagger testing the new Spot Brand Home Altitude Tent...
So you all know that last Friday I rode through a briar patch and took a couple in the eye. I got a number of the thorns out, but my eye still looked swollen, and although it wasn't sore, it was pretty obvious to everyone except for me that everything was not okay. My friends all around me advised that something wasn't right...
Tara said, " I think there's still a thorn in there..."
I said, " no that's a scab..."
Corinne said, "dude, I'm not overselling you, but there's a thorn in that eye"
I said, "no way man, it doesn't hurt"
My buddy, Buddy said, "keep that eye away from me man, it nasty..."
I said, " you got be kidding me"
My wife said, " Babe, that eye is gross, there's still a thorn it there, we can pull it out or you can just let it get infected and swollen and foul, and a doctor will get it out."
I said, " will you chill, my eye is fine, it's healing..."
Well, over the weekend my eye was not healing, and in fact looked more and more like somebody gave me a big "Hoosier daddy chop" down at the ole Yellow Dog Tavern. So last night I took a nap on the couch. Whilst sleeping, I started to rub my eye. Low and behold a splinter fell out of it. I woke up startled. "holy splinter in my eye, there's still a thorn in there !" I sprang from the couch and ran up stairs. I pushed, I pulled, and prodded, I squeezed, and sure enough out came another thorn. I was surprised at the size of it, and that it didn't cause me more pain, as it was 4 days since I originally got stabbed. Lesson here is sometimes when everyone tells you there is a thorn in your eye, there probably is.
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fatmarc
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