When I was younger, and still getting the hang of running a thin piece of metal up and down my face, I accidentally sliced off a small section of my upper lip. It was my fault, honestly, I was being stupid.
I learned two things that morning. First, pay attention and be careful when you’re shaving, for goodness’ sake. Second, lips apparently like to bleed a lot, as mine bled continuously for over an hour. Eventually it stopped, but for a while I was convinced that I was going to have to get a lip transplant.
That experience is also why, when I get into drunken street fights outside bars at 2:01 in the morning, I make sure the person I’m about to scuffle with promises not to punch me in the lips.
Thanks for hanging out with us for another week. Paul and I appreciate it and hope that we’ve entertained you. Have a great weekend.