Son of a B#%CH

So I had to go into work today to work on a tool of mine that was not functioning properly. So after about 8 hours of rebuilding every part of the tool we find nothing wrong and it still leaks pressure when it builds......call a tech guy and he wants to look at it to see if the housing is cracked somewhere. Perfect that sounds awesome and I can go home.....so all we have to do is put the tool together and load it on a hotshot.

Fast forward about 3/4 of the way through putting the tool back together and there I am with a huge wrench in my hand trying to screw on a fitting and something isn't right because it is really hard to screw on, but who cares I'm sending it off for someone else to deal with. I'm a pretty strong guy and it is taking all of my force to get this damn thing on and is starting to piss me off. So the position I was in was like doing a squat and pushing up with all my might with my hands in center of my chest.......at the moment when I was almost done the wrench slipped of and I punched myself in the face harder than I have ever been hit by someone else.

My jaw is already messed up from fighting a bunch in my younger days, so I popped it out of place and had to pop it back once I recovered from being lit up by myself. The guy I work with was trying not to laugh and then I spit blood all on the ground and he got pretty serious. I just smiled with blood covered teeth and started laughing and said son of a b#%ch!