go ahead. put a stop to it. I DARE you!

You could just hump your bed.

I wouldn't know though, so don't take it from me.

whenever i'm in puerto rico, the "kiss on the cheek/half-hug" is the standard, so i come back and feel like i should be doing it with everyone for a few weeks. and then i slowly phase out of it. i'm of the opinion that this is only done with close friends, though.

yes, girls are allowed to initiate a handshake. it's sometimes a little awkward, but not out of bounds at all. what throws me off is people that i barely know initiating hugs. you know, like some girl that you and i know.

I've had a few incidents where I could've lost fingers but it never got that far. I stuck my hand in a can opener-sized ice crusher when I was like 8 and I've just got a big scar on my middle finger and a smaller on on the ring finger. I used to work in a place that built metal cabinets for generators and such and me and this other dude were working the machine that cuts the metal and I put my hand under the blade to pull the metal back so it was even and dude hit the button on me but I pulled my hand back just in time.

A guy I'm no longer friends with cut his fingers off while using a knife in the kitchen but they got reattached.

I had a teacher in high school that was missing one of her forearms and at the elbow she had this little pinky nub. If that wasn't creepy enough she used to hand out papers while holding them with the nub.

My mom was missing half of one her pinkies. When she was little, she accidentally inserted one of her hands into those ol' time push lawnmowers...and whack! There went the top of her finger.

yeah, i was wondering about that one. she was probably trying to lift your wallet or pat you down for bags o' blow. silly little rich girl.

I was circumcized in a freak escalator accident.

this thread is almost as bad as one of them parody threads.

several of the posts in this thread have made me queasy

One bright and foggy afternoon in May, 1976, on the coast just below Mendocino, I, peaking hard, decided that I needed to chop my finger off in solidarity with Jerry Garcia. My grandfather's buck knife was near at hand (ironically) and the resulting blood was a fascinating opportunity to get in touch with my origin... so it seemed at the time. You'll notice in my posts that there a lot l typos...

As it happens, I now live but a few miles from where Garcia's finger is buried.

Don't take the brown acid.

I just remembered:

When I was a valet at the hospital, this guy & his daughter rolled up at the Emergency Room, and he was holding up his finger in a Ziploc bag with ice. Even better was that he seemed damn impressed by the whole thing.

"I chopped off my finger! That's why it's in the bag!"

Haha!!! This is only funny to me because when I was three I was attacked by one of our dogs. He bit off the top third or so of my right pinky. He didn't take a chunk from my ear, but he did rip one of them almost completely off my head. It was hanging on by the lobe. My mom freaked out and took me all bleeding and stuff to my next-door-neighbor's house, where they put me in the tub to wash off the blood and see how bad it was. It was then they noticed the finger, and my neighbor went over to our house and found it on the patio. All was reattached at the hospital. How you can tell now is that one ear is about a fourth of an inch higher on my head than the other, and then my right pinky is slightly shorter than the left. And the nail on that finger is smaller and grows crooked, and I don't have the finger-tip padding there either (so when I bump the end of that pinky on something it hurts like hell).

See, now this is me. I always seem to just hug people and kiss them on the cheek instead of shake their hands.

Actually Aaron, a couple of times with you have been awkward. You're just not doing it right.

good Lord. Solidarity indeed.

My brother nearly cut of his index finger when he was little. He was trying to cut a carrot, and thought that to cut it lengthways he should hold it vertical while slicing down. Of course, the only thing he hit was his finger, right on the knuckle. One tendon was all that was connecting it to his hand.

Unfortunately I missed seeing the genius of this move, as mum and I only returned home after the damage was done.

He's still got an obvious scar today, even though it was at least 10 years ago, and had to wear a cast with just his index finger pointing out.

I got a quick peek at it before mum rushed back into town with him, and it was gross. I can't imagine how much blood would have resulted from something like an ear nearly being torn off

Garp bit Bonky.