Nelowulf
and of course, due to my boredom, i have made a poem.
Roses are red, Violets are blue
All of my base are belong to you
You didn't write that, you hack! That's from bash!
xd Okay...scars...I have one on my forehead from when I was three, ran into a bunch of tables and chairs. See, that was when they discovered I was neurologically allergic to novacaine...that was not pretty. I have one on my inner thigh from poking the sand in the BVI with a big pointy stick, sharp on both ends. Oops. One on my finger from when I reached into my desk to grab a pencil and grabbed the blade of an exacto knife instead, and two from when I was playing pool at McLean hospital, and apparently they had a Very Special Person design the pool table to have RAZOR SHARP METAL EDGES--hit a ball, and took a chunk out of 2 knuckles when they hit the sides.
stressed My dad has the best stiches story...he lost count after about a thousand or so. He was chasing after one of his sisters, and she slammed a french door in his face...which he proceeded to shoot his arm through.
xd Not nearly as bad as this one kid in 4th grade who tried to open a door at school by running and slamming it open with his hands...and ended up sending his arm all the way through the chicken-wire enforced glass.
I go to school with some of the stupidest people on earth. Dumb rich brats...
stressed But anyways, back onto the subject.
...what is the subject, anyways...?