This Is My Name
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I fucking hate going to the hospital.
Ok, so my coach made me get in the ring with this heavyweight dike-a-licious green-giant-looking motherfucking kickboxer and of course being the short shit boxer I am, I got my ass handed to me (f.y.i. I have no training in kickboxing, muay thai or any of that. Just hand to hand). Damage; sprained ankle, one bruised and one cracked rib. Know what the fucking hospital did? X-rayed my foot and sent me home with a work note for the day and a LOLLIPOP. So I went to a clinic for a second opinion, and they X-rayed my chest and ankle properly, gave me crutches and pain meds. Diagnosis; a pissed off broken little troll.
Ok, so my coach made me get in the ring with this heavyweight dike-a-licious green-giant-looking motherfucking kickboxer and of course being the short shit boxer I am, I got my ass handed to me (f.y.i. I have no training in kickboxing, muay thai or any of that. Just hand to hand). Damage; sprained ankle, one bruised and one cracked rib. Know what the fucking hospital did? X-rayed my foot and sent me home with a work note for the day and a LOLLIPOP. So I went to a clinic for a second opinion, and they X-rayed my chest and ankle properly, gave me crutches and pain meds. Diagnosis; a pissed off broken little troll.