I would reply "Well, use your other fucking arm!", were it not for an awful experience in my taching days when I sent a girl to collect a film - Large reel-reel spools in those days.
"But I've got my bag to carry", she said.
"You've got two arms," I said in a schoolmaterish way, I now abhor.
"No, I don't," she said.
She was a cello player and fantastic actress - and I hadn't ever noticed!
Oh dear. That reminds me of the time I was visiting a friend, and his assist dog had fetched a can of cola from the fridge, and I was busy doing something, I don't remember what, so this dog is standing there with a cola can in his mouth, and my friend says, "Take the damned cola."
My hands were occupied so I say, "I don't have any hands!"
He just looked at me. See, he didn't either, literally.
You can tell your friendship is comfortable when you can say something like that and both of you can laugh it off.
I've got two functioning arms. The only thing lame about me today is my sense of humor.
Just give it some benedryl and warm milk before bedtime. It'll sleep like the proverbial baby. (not a real baby mind you, I think only proverbial ones actually sleep)
I'll give that a try. Man, I don't want to know what it'd be doing otherwise. I can just imagine waking up with pinchmarks in the weirdest places. *shudder*
Nice fucking AV Naudiz. Sorry about your fucking arm. My fucking hand has been bothering me. It's my fucking mouse I think. I need a fucking arm brace. My fucking eyes hurt too. Maybe I'm just spending too much fucking time at the computer.