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Busted my little toe (and whacked its neighbor, my next-to-littlest) last night on a bookcase. I asked at work for a better story I could tell about what I did, but no one has offered a suggestion yet, so I've only got the truth to tell you here today.
Last time I broke a toe it was dancing to "Love Shack" in the kitchen of what I call the Brady Bunch apartment (lingering 70s decor, including shag-ish carpet), in the queer little 500 block of E 41st St in Baltimore. It hurt, but at least I had the tale to tell, the image to suggest, of my exuberant abandon meeting the metal foot of the table.
Last time I broke a toe it was dancing to "Love Shack" in the kitchen of what I call the Brady Bunch apartment (lingering 70s decor, including shag-ish carpet), in the queer little 500 block of E 41st St in Baltimore. It hurt, but at least I had the tale to tell, the image to suggest, of my exuberant abandon meeting the metal foot of the table.