...is Sweatpants Money!
You know, I feel a certain pang of empathy for those pictures that I get sent to me via e-mail with the simple explanation, "I don't know what happened." This blog began almost exclusively as a result of this exact scenario happening to me, which you can see documented in that lovely photo to your right where my eye is all bandaged up. Dom sent these to me on behalf of the lovely Ms. Sally who, despite all of her beauty, wit and charm, can be a motherfucking wreck from time to time. She's got absolutely zero recollection of how exactly her knucks got all fucked up. I'm banking on either a girl-on-girl fight, or possibly a really intense game of quarters with some Filipinos while cocked on mescaline. And yes, that is the correct spelling of "Filipino," you ass-clown. I even looked it up on Wikipedia.
It's really odd to me how almost every injury featuring a female looks almost identical to a VICE Dos and Don'ts image. Sally's first picture is begging for some kind of sarcastic comment, but the one above is sort of graceful in its own way, right?