Maybe I should rethink getting the fondue forks sooner rather than later. Last night we had fondue again, and I skewered the bajeebers out of my left middle finger.
I mean, it's supposed to go through meat; why wouldn't it go through your finger? Fortunately my bone was in the way, which stopped the skewer.
I'm glad you all weren't here, or you'd have found out how extremely colorful my language can get.