I Am Hardcore

I really am a hardcore man, and sometimes little things happen in my day to day life to remind me of this. I was washing dishes, and some of the glasses didn't come out as clean as they should. So of course, I decide to watch them by hand. So there I am in the kitchen washing these glasses by hand when suddenly the cheap Walmart born glass just fucking snaps from the pressure of my hand. I was reaching in to scrub with the sponge and it just... broke.

So basically, I had my index, middle, and ring fingers in the glass with the sponge with my thumb over the other side of the glass, and I was really digging down deep. The words that came from my mouth immediately after this happened went something like:

Me: MOTHERFUCKING CUNT!
Me (Whispering): You... fucking fuck...

My girlfriend is wondering why I am screaming, and she asks what happened

Me: THESE CHEAP FUCKING PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT FUCKING WALMART GLASSES JUST TOOK A FUCKING CHUNK OF MY FLESH OFF OF MY MOTHERFUCKING HAND AND I DIDN'T EVEN BREAK IT, IT JUST FUCKING BROKE RIGHT IN MY FUCKING HAND AND NOW MY HAND IS BLEEDING.

I quickly recover, rub it with some 91% rubbing alcohol, and go back to the dishes. I washed the last 8 glasses, while my hand is literally gushing blood all into the other side of the sink. One handed. I washed every single glass and put every one away. I then poured myself a glass of Pepsi and my girlfriend a glass of water with a bunch of ice. All one handed. Then I watched Lucky Louie.

I know I'm really just saying "Hey look at me! Look what I did!" That's ok though, because I like to talk about the hardcore things I do. It really says a lot about my personality. I barely skipped a beat. Look at that brutal shit. When I took that picture, it was about two hours and its still bleeding considerably. I've never had a cut bleed so much for this long before.

Compare yourself to me and then kill yourself.