Whack-It Wednesday Chicken
*some pictures removed*
For the first time ever, I present Chicken and Whack-It Wednesday:
Chicken learned the hard way that tuna cans are sharp. It was one of those life lessons where no matter how many times I told him the edges were sharp, he had to figure it out on his own. Much blood and a trip to Urgent Care later, he was excited to do his own Whack-It Wednesday. I believe he was muttering something about fucking up the fucking tuna fucker can, but in nicer language. Not much nicer language, but slightly nicer. The only positive thing about the situation was Chicken looking forward to smashing the shit out of that can, and then posting it for all the Internets to see. That was in January. I'm pretty sure that it is now April. We've been keeping the damn tuna can for THREE months just to do a Whack-It Wednesday. Finally, H3.2 said: "Whack-It or I'm tossing it!" So we Whacked-It!
The offending finger. The bandage was supposed to last 3 days. I think someone forgot to tell Chicken not to play hand ball the day after he hurt himself. Luckily I took this picture right after the Urgent Care visit. One would think they had to re-attach the finger with the amount of useless bandaging they utilized. The wound didn't even require stiches, just butterfly tape and kisses.
Chicken ready to kick some tuna can ass with the trusty Sam Sledgehammer.
Fuck you tuna can. You shall no longer hold tuna within your razor-sharp depths.
For the mad genius with the hot body behind Whack-It Wednesday, go visit Erin and tell her that Sam sent ya!
Sidenote: Jennster- you ARE the father. Oops. I mean, you are a noreply-comment@blogger.com blogger. Too much Maury Povich. For other bloggers, if I don't respond to your comments via email EVER then you are a noreply-comment@blogger.com blogger, too. You can always email me at samsstories@gmail.com and ask me if your status is in doubt.
For the first time ever, I present Chicken and Whack-It Wednesday:
Chicken learned the hard way that tuna cans are sharp. It was one of those life lessons where no matter how many times I told him the edges were sharp, he had to figure it out on his own. Much blood and a trip to Urgent Care later, he was excited to do his own Whack-It Wednesday. I believe he was muttering something about fucking up the fucking tuna fucker can, but in nicer language. Not much nicer language, but slightly nicer. The only positive thing about the situation was Chicken looking forward to smashing the shit out of that can, and then posting it for all the Internets to see. That was in January. I'm pretty sure that it is now April. We've been keeping the damn tuna can for THREE months just to do a Whack-It Wednesday. Finally, H3.2 said: "Whack-It or I'm tossing it!" So we Whacked-It!
The offending finger. The bandage was supposed to last 3 days. I think someone forgot to tell Chicken not to play hand ball the day after he hurt himself. Luckily I took this picture right after the Urgent Care visit. One would think they had to re-attach the finger with the amount of useless bandaging they utilized. The wound didn't even require stiches, just butterfly tape and kisses.
Chicken ready to kick some tuna can ass with the trusty Sam Sledgehammer.
The can after a bit of tossing around, before the REAL carnage begins.
Chicken pummels the can with the sledgehammer, then slams it into the wall and continues to wail on it.
Fuck you tuna can. You shall no longer hold tuna within your razor-sharp depths.
For the mad genius with the hot body behind Whack-It Wednesday, go visit Erin and tell her that Sam sent ya!
Sidenote: Jennster- you ARE the father. Oops. I mean, you are a noreply-comment@blogger.com blogger. Too much Maury Povich. For other bloggers, if I don't respond to your comments via email EVER then you are a noreply-comment@blogger.com blogger, too. You can always email me at samsstories@gmail.com and ask me if your status is in doubt.
posted by Sam at
12:01 AM
17 Comments:
That is just... AWESOME! I am so proud of Chicken. It makes my heart just swell.
You guys are the best. I love you both. But, you know, in a totally platonic way ;)
Beauuutiful job whackin' that tuna can! I wish I could whack like that!
He is a darling boy. I love the "talk to the bandaged hand" pose. He really doesn't use your linguistic style does he?
That boy should be mine. I want him.
I know a few items around here I can participate in Whack-it-Wednesday with. But I have a question. Isn't Whack-It-Wednesday supposed to actually take place on Wednesday?
It's Monday now.
loved the story! Made me remember: after being on crutches for 5 months (forfuckingever!), I had a crutch burning party. Built a bonfire, gave a speech, and threw my wooden crutches on top to burn!!! Felt great!!! I'm sure it's the same feeling that Chicken experienced whacking that can.
Awesome whacking. I really gotta get me one of those sledge hammers. There are lots of stuff around here I'd love to whack. Of course, most of it I couldn't because it actually belongs to my husband, but I'm sure I could find something he wouldn't miss! ;)
Chicken vs Chicken of the Sea...haha! Good job Chicken, way to take one for the team buddy.
Brad (Hubs from EC)
Awesome whack job, chicken. Sam, you know that days of childhood are coming to a close when a boy starts whacking things.
Great Job CHICKEN!!!!
I didn't realize I was one of those bloggers. My bad. I have remedied the situation (I think).
I wish I had a sledgehammer. That looked like fun.
Great whacking job, Chicken! Boy, you're inspiring me to do some more whacking! :)
well fuck me twice and call me sally. wtf do i have to do to be a fucking reply whore?
i fixed it god dammit! WOO FUCKING HOO- i am the goddess!
excellent job...
he is just too cute...
peace...
I totally need to be a part of this. And Chicken looks just like you.
*VB grabs boyfriend's head.*
*VB drags boyfriend's head into parking lot.*
*VB lays boyfriend's head onto pavement.*
*Grabs sledgehammer*
*Whack!*
Aaaaaaah....I feel much better now. Thank you, Whack-It-Wednesday!
Gosh, that just sounds like the BEST stress reliever ever! Have to try it sometime. Now i totally get Gallagher. He just had a pain-in-the-ass boyfriend.
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