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Gimp Hand Update 6/1/2009

By The Angry Drunk

It’s been a while since I’ve regaled you with pictures of my finger. Behold what almost 2 months of healing hath accomplished. Considerably less disturbing pictures after the jump.

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Ok boys and ghouls, these things are starting to annoy me almost as much as they are probably annoying you, so this is the last update about my hand for a while. Enjoy the pictures after the fold and keep the comments about my flaky skin to a minimum; you try keeping a digit under a bandage 23 hours a day and see if you don’t need a little moisturizing.

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Gimp Hand Update – 4/29/2009

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For this week’s installment I get that gods damned split off for good!! See the slightly less disgusting pictures below the fold.

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Gimp Hand the Movie II: Electric Boogaloo

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Gimp Hand 4-19-2009 from Darby Lines on Vimeo.

Well, you depraved fuckers seemed to enjoy my last percocet induced ramblings. Here’s part two.

Gimp Hand Update – 4/15/2009

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It boggles my mind, but some of you sick fucks seem to enjoy these pictures. Whatever blows your skirt up.

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Gimp Hand – The Movie

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Gimp Hand 4-12-2009 from Darby Lines on Vimeo.

I’ve been wanting to play around with some video, and what better way than to horrify people with my ugly mug and hideous hand. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll crap your pants.

Night Out to Nightmare in Thirty Seconds.

By The Angry Drunk

If you follow me on Twitter, or Facebook or even just particularly pay attention to this site you should know by now that I massively fucked up my hand last weekend. Since then, I have received numerous requests to explain just what the hell happened. I do appreciate the concern (or just sick curiosity) but I haven’t really felt up to the task of typing this all out until now. I’m going to make this fairly brief, since the act of typing is excruciatingly painful. I’m also going to omit specific names and locations. If you already know the whos and wheres, nifty. If not they won’t add to the story.

The story begins last Saturday night. I was drinking at a local bar with a good friend of mine. Nothing out of the ordinary. As I was drinking I noticed that there was something not quite right with my barstool. For those not in the know, the stools at this particular joint are basically a welded steel frame with a cheap seat bolted to the top. What I was noticing was that it seemed that the upholstery of my stool was coming unfastened. What I didn’t know was that the reality was much more

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