The Tragedy of Thumbulimia
Brady: the good news: i had a half day at work! the bad news: i cut a chunk out of my thumb and had to go to the hospital!
Lindsey: oh my god!!!!
brady!!!!!!
oh my god!! how much??
of your thumb?
did they have to sew something?
Brady: nope
there wasn't enough skin to sew over
sorry to be gross
they applied this foam thing
that's supposed to act as an artificial scab
and wrapped it
Lindsey: wow!
no its interesting
Brady: BUT THE IMPORTANT PART OF THE STORY IS THAT EVERYTHING WENT WRONG AND THEY HAD TO AMPUTATE
MY ARM
IT WAS A HUGE MISTAKE
Lindsey: which arm
WHICH FUCKING ARM!??!?!
THIS IS FUCKING IMPROTANT ANSWER ME DAMMIT
Brady: THE UPPER HALF OF THE LEFT ARM AND THE LOWER HALF OF THE RIGHT ARM
IN TOTAL ONE ARM
Lindsey: SON OF A BITCH!!!!
FUCK AND SHIT!~
Brady: I KNOW
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID
WHEN I WAS LIKE
CAN YOU STILL LOVE ME?
Lindsey: oh god!
ohhhh GODDD!!!!
Brady: I AM THE SADDEST I HAVE EVER BEEN
Lindsey: im so sorry
but you cant do improv without an arm!!!
especially the upper arm
Brady: I ALMOST WANT TO JUST CUT OFF PART OF MY THUMB AND RELEASE ALL THIS PAIN
NOOOOOOOOO!
Lindsey: DO IT
DO IT
DO IT
Brady: WHYYYYYYYY?
Lindsey: CUT IT OFF
THATS NOT IMPORTANT!
RELEASE YOUR PAIN
Brady: I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S REAL ANYMORE
CERTAINLY NOT MY OTHER ARM
FOR IT IS NO LONGER THERE
OH WOE IS ME AND MINE APPENDAGES
Lindsey: OHHH A SUITOR YOU SHALL NEVER FIND
FOR YOU ARE LAME
Brady: IN TWO SENSES OF THE WORD
AND IN SENSES I AM MERELY FOUR NOW
HOW CAN I FEEL!?!??!
I CANST NOT
Lindsey: YOU CANST!
WINTER APPROACHES AND THE COLD RUSHES ALONGSIDE ITS NASTY BLOWS, KILL YOURSELF
KILL YOURSELF
Brady: I FEEL NOTHING
I AM NOTHING
SO NOTHING SHALL BECOME OF ME
Lindsey: OH WOE IS US!
Brady: TUT, SWIFT DAGGER
INTO MINE GOOD THUMB
AND THUS
I DIE
Lindsey: ...
mine only friend
with whom i could speak in all yells with
doth lay before me
bleeding, but still alive
i cannot stand his peril any longer
Brady: FUCK
THIS FUCKING HURTS
ooooooooh
Lindsey: TO MY HEART BLADE! SLAY IT AND ALL OF ITS LOVE shhh mercratio, im killing myself, I DIE AS WELL!!
Brady: alas
mine only friend
dies before me
for she doth execute a fatal blow
and i, poor me, doth bleed out
slowly
Lindsey: mine lung...i hit mine lung
Brady: ALAS
THE BREATH OF LIFE BE NOT UPON YOU
QUICK, DRINK THIS POTION WITH ME
WE SHALL PERISH SHORTLY
Lindsey: AYE
YOU MUST POUR IT INTO MY WOUND
MINE MOUTH FILLS WITH BLOOD
I DO NOT WISH TO SWALLOW BLOOD
THE TASTE OF IRON IS UNPLEASANT
Brady: I POUR THIS UNHOLY PRESCRIPTION INTO THINE WOUND AND INTO MINE
AND THUS I READEST THE LABEL
IPECAC THE SYMBOLS READ
AND I REGRET MY FULSOME DEED.
Lindsey: SCEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Brady: yes, scene.
Dec 20th