Actually, I was born with two of them. Well, not literally.
Tripped over the baby gate separating the dog/laundry room from the kitchen in the most retarded way possible, splintering it in the process. The left big toe is very swollen and painful. I'm limping around like Heather Mills without her wooden leg, except I'm much prettier (and I refuse to sleep with a Beatle. Okay, maybe for a few million... ). A pint of stout is what I believe any sane doctor would prescribe.