I really did just fucking stab myself. I the thumb, with a fork. I think it went about three inches in. There was a geyser of blood. And much pain. I'm OK, though, don't worry - no need for get well cards or flowers. I'm pretty sure I can carry on.Although I have to say 'I Just Fucking Stabbed Myself' is a great title for an album.
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Reminds me of a very early, ultra-forgotten/obscuro punk track entitled "Oh Shit, I cut me hand!". Think it was by a bunch of genuinely subnormal adolescents calling themselves "The Grovelling Slime"? Maybe they were named something else prior to TGS when they penned this particular gem, but can't remember what it was...?
Oh yeh, forgot to say - why/how did you self-injure? Also that pic makes me want to kiss Cheryl's breasts ever so gently.. this urge is of no interest to anyone except me but what the hell...
Christ, 'Oh Shit I Cut Me Hand' - that must be one of the first songs I was ever involved in writing. I'm sure I've got a tape somewhere of that genius first session by The Grovelling Slime...I think it was called 'Lucky We're Thick'? I shall dig & dig until I find it & convert it into cd form. Even with my stabbed thumb this should be achievable.
I was stabbing some potatoes ready for baking whilst discussing 'The Apprentice' with Mrs Zero, and I stabbed my thumb, so, in a roundabout way, it's her fault.
And..I have no desire to kiss Ms Ladd's breasts gently, I just want to grab. That's just me, though.
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