<human>: I would like to start off with the idea that I'm pretty sure that I'm cursed, or at least my right leg is. 

I had injured my right leg twice before this incident occured. Anyway, it was right before dinner, and my mom and I were setting the table, and she said something to me (which I don't fully remember, I think it was a really bad food pun). So I threw the lid of the butter tub at her. It missed, and flew into the corner of the room. We have a huge L shaped couch and the couch is against the window and the corner, so it landed on the windowsill against the couch. My mom tells me to get it, so I put down the tub of butter and run into the living room to get it. We had just gotten hardwood floors last week and i was wearing socks, so I went a lot faster than I usually would've expected. So I jump to the couch and slam my leg, the tibia bone to be exact, into the armrest of the couch. Upon doing so, I did what any guy would do and cried for about a half hour. My mom got the butter lid after she checked on me the first time.

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<bot>: Mom made food pun, threw butter lid at her, jumped after it and hit lower leg bone against armrest and cried.