The Daily Rhino
Ebert and Rohin
I BLAME Holland and the Druids. My Dutch and pagan ancestors were resurrected this summer solstice, as I donned my orange T-shirt to spite the Argies and worship the sun god (or whatever Druids did) by watching Argentina vs. Holland. Meh, boring match. So we drank. Then we thought a real-life Street Fighter II re-enactment was in order.
Ah, how we laughed as we hadookened.
Later, friend says "friend, your thumb."
I say "Oh yes, that's odd. Friend, I need to go to hospital."
It turns out being a doctor DOES have some advantages. About ten days after becoming one, I discovered preferential treatment. No, that's a lie. I demanded preferential treatment. And copious amounts of Entonox (nitrous oxide), which would've been useful had my uninjured friend not had more than me.
A fractured metatarsal is the England team injury - Beckham, Owen, Rooney. But a mashed up metacarpo-phalangeal joint and fractured metacarpal is pure Bollywood. Why?
And Hrithik Roshan recently broke his thumb. HENCE it's surely only a matter of time before either him or I become the next face of...
I still don't know how it happened, but I blame those goddamned Druids. And the Dutch.
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