If I don't put this story somewhere, I'll die.
This Friday I went to a little bonfire party where my friend Hunter had an axe to chop the wood, so everything was going great, we were getting ready to go get some Smirnoff, and Hunter decides it will be a wise decision to let Baker use the axe to chop wood.
A little about Baker, he is 6'1" and plays basically every sport you could imagine, and he doesn't know his own strength.
Back to the story, as he's chopping wood he hits his head with the axe, at first he didn't know he thought he was just sweating. Until he saw all the blood all over his hand and dripping onto the ground.
We all rush over to him to see if he's alright, he can't feel anything; hell, he didn't even know he got hit.
That's AFTER we cleaned it up. We decided to head over to Taco Bell for a little food and a place with good lighting so we could butterfly his head.
Realizing that the butterfly wouldn't work, he ended up going to the hospital and needing stitches, seven to be exact.
All in all, it was an interesting night.
