Frankenfinger:

So you may have heard, you may have seen.... but now you’ll hear... and I don’t even have a cool story.

Right now, the smallest finger on my right hand has ten, yes, ten stitches in it. “What happened?” you may ask... I will tell you.

I would like to tell you that I went hand to hand with a Liger and he only out skilled me with his breeding in the magic arts. As I went to punch it in the spleen, it cast Slow on me, slashed my finger, and fled.

Unfortunately that isn’t the case. Tuesday afternoon, I was putting together a video for our youth group kick off which was going to involve a 25 - foot pudding slide. While putting it together, I got you the second, industrial sized can of pudding and almost severed my right pinky on the lid of the can.

I ran back into the church to wash the pudding out of the wound and get someone to drive me to the hospital or somewhere to get stitched. As I started to walk our to the car, my hearing started to go, my equilibrium off, and my vision was going to white. I was fine once I got in the car.

After an hour of operation, I came out with a monster wound. Ten stitches later and “It’s ALIVE!” Ladies and gentlemen, Frankenfinger: