Because I forget a lot of the things I babble. Also I got hungry, but it seems I owe you guys a story, enjoy my cautionary tale, though it does not involve wuv, merely foppery and whim.
The story begins with a classic dumb@$$ opening. I was 16, with a friend, my parents weren't home, and we got bored. We decided to play baseball using a pipe as the bat, and a chunk of 2x4 as the ball. I was up to bat first, hit the bottom of the chunk, flew up and hit me in the chin. Got three stitches.
Satisfied?
