The other night, I cut off the top of my thumb.
I did it with a mandolin slicer.
I did it with a mandolin slicer.
And then I learned, very quickly, how few people know what a mandolin slicer is. I'll admit, I didn't know until about six months ago.
And then I bought the wrong one.
The slicer wasn't what I wanted necessarily.
I really wanted something I could julienne with.
But not my thumb. Vegetables. And maybe occasionally fruits.
But definitely not my thumb.
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