I didn't get to touch my skull, but I did fracture it, and in the process had a grapefruit sized lump of spinal fluid collect at the back of my head and abraded my neck badly enough to leave a scar.
On the more comforting level, my lunch today is macaroni and cheese, a banana, and a snack sized bag of chocolate chip cookies. Go my inner 12 year old!
It's probably fair to say no one wants to know precisely how I
broke my hymen.
No, there weren't any stitches. Or skulls. But there was a bike crash.
And, really, if anyone does want to know, I've re-skeeved myself just typing this much, and am gonna leave it at that.
Who HASN'T
had their hymen broken?
But there was a bike crash.
ita, I broke the same body part in a bike crash as well. Ummm, yeah. Not so much fun.
Not everyone here, bon.
It's not that I did, anyway. It's how, and what part of the bike was missing.
Okay, let's talk about something like the thing with the guys and the bats and the ball.
Okay, let's talk about something like the thing with the guys and the bats and the ball.
ARGHHHHHH! That is NO way to
lose one's hymen.
Okay okay OKAY! We get the point! STOP NOW PLEASE THANKS LOVE COMMA ME.