This morning, I woke up, rolled over and punched my girlfriend in the chest. She screamed “What the &%$@ did you do THAT for??!!?” I calmly replied, “The way I figure it, now you have the worst part of the day already over with.”
That’s the last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital this afternoon. The doctors say I can go home in a month after the swelling goes down and the casts come off.