So here's a fun little story before i go to bed...about two weeks ago...pretty much exactly two weeks ago, plus or minus an hour, I was slicing up a cucumber with a mandoline for a cucumber martini. My ring finger on my right hand wasn't as far enough up on the cuke as I thought it was. SNIKT.
After the wound didn't stop bleeding with 20 minutes of solid pressure on it, I went to the ER and got three stitches put in.
Took 'em out myself this morning. Yeah, I'm a bad dude. *sniffs in a manly fashion*
Let's not mention that I got the wound slicing cucumber, OK?
Also, taking out your own stitches would be extra manly if you had used a Swiss Army knife by a campfire.