I apologize for this, but it was really, really important to Roone that I take a picture of his butt bruise and post it here. I'm not sure why it meant so much to him; I think probably because he's drunk. I'm pretty sure he won't think this was such a great idea tomorrow, so I kind of feel like I'm taking advantage of him. Yes, it's true, everyone. I take advantage of drunk people. Next I'll start talking little kids out of their lunch money, and then I'll convince old people to wipe out their retirement accounts to pay for driveway sealant treatments that they don't need.
Shit.
If you want to see Roone's gnarly ass bruise, it's after the jump.
Ok, the deal with this horrible sunset-looking bruise is basically that Roone fall down go boom on his bike. He was trying to jump a curb, miscalculated, and BLAM! He landed on his ass, or, more specifically, his wallet. Ouchie.
The picture doesn't really tell the full story. I haven't yet figured out a way to post a visual representation of Roone bitching incessantly about how sore his ass is for the past five days. Just use your imagination, if your cerebral cortex hasn't been blasted out by this, um, spectacle.
Have a wonderful Monday!