here's a cue-pee-pon for a ponch to da face!

I think it's a new tradition that someone must bleed from their face on my birthday. Last year Mitch manned up and took a bloody nose. This year, Phil got me right under the eye. I totally deserved it though. We both had one to many Strawberry-love-bunny-fuzzy-yummy-sunshine-rainbow-blended alcoholic beverages, and I was for some reason trying to make Phil mad. I wanted to get to see Phil in his "Hulk Mode." After delivering several punches to the arm and chest, I got him mad, and he gave me what I deserved. At first I was stoked on a black eye. But now... how do I hand out resumes looking like this? No one will hire me looking like this. I suppose its better than having a weird rash.