I guess so.
My other big blunder was bumper bikes. My friend and I were riding our bikes and I got the brilliant idea to play bumper bikes, ya know, like bumper cars? We're having a grand old time and after this one smash up, we stopped and were standing there laughing. All of a sudden she screams, and points to my leg. Big gash right under my left knee. It wasn't even bleeding, some of the insides were peeking out, and I felt nothing at all. Of course when I saw it, I let out this howling scream. We were about two houses away from mine, I ran the bike home, threw it on the lawn and was heading for the front door. By then blood was streaming down my leg, and, I think 3/4 of the neighborhood was outside, including my parents. They bundled me in the car and off to the emergency room we went, again. We're in the emergency room and I swore the Dr. looked exactly like Dr. Kildare!! When he walked in I asked him if he was really a doctor, and where's his certificate? He's saying he's giving me 13 stitches, no wait 14, cause 13's an unlucky number. Through my tears, I'm telling him to only give me as many as I need, no more than that! I had the staff in stitches (pun intended!).
This happened the weekend before school let out for the summer, so the last few days of school I had my leg propped up on a chair, and started summer vacation recuperating. It was probably the anniversary of this happening last week, since I went to Catholic school and we got out pretty early in the month.
I hung out with Cheyenne Jackson in his dressing room waayyyyyy before he tickled D2. "unleash the girly"Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator
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