I've gutted the apartment in my house because we are making it into a full house. Bathroom, kitchen, laundry room on our side. All of it. I somehow fucked up my foot in doing all this, maybe running up and down my concrete steps (I have about 30 steps leading up to my house).
The punchline to all this being that I'm walking around with one hell of a Bret Hart limp on me.
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