Case in point.

Don't get me wrong, I am gross too. I'll high five over a fart, fantasize about punching old ladies, read about wet specimens like its the news, Hell... I even ate a box of donuts for dinner a few nights back.

Speaking of morbid anatomy...
Instead of stitches on my precious finger, I just used Super Glue.
I am super poor hardcore like that.
I learned that shit in wilderness survival class. Works like a charm.
Eat shit, Fancy Doctor-Man.
You can take your juggernaut and just keep on walkin'.