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Sang karaoke tonight with my broke hand. Good times. Some of the ladies asked me about the hand, but none of the ones I was actually intrigued by made any notice of my condition. Women, man. It's like herding cats. And while some of them at the grocery store might chat about my hand, the smart ones aren't going to fall for the broken hand trick. Who needs women anyway.
I was the designated driver even with one good hand. Also, I just cooked another omelette. Having one hand forces me to flip the omelette by flicking the skillet. In the past I was too comfortable (with the luxury of two hands) to learn to flip eggs on a skillet.
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