I wickered my toe this morning.

Now, like you trapped it in a sort of like,

like straw effigy and burned it?

No, that's not wickering. Are you crazy?

You wicker man.

You would have to be wicker manning it, but it wouldn't be wicker.

I got you.

So you put like a helmet with bees inside of it on your toe?

Is that what it is?

Here's what happened. I woke up and I was getting

dressed and I had some fluff on my toe.

Slow it down.

Slow down on the parts about the toes though.

Getting dressed. I don't want to give it out for free,

but I was getting dressed and I had some fluff on my toe,

whatever, lint, something.

And so I did the old toe flick, the foot flick as it were,

you know, to like get it off.

And I misjudged the placement of my laundry basket.

And I like full on,

on kick the laundry basket like with the side of my big toe.

I hate that.

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