when i was 5 or something, i was at the San Diego Zoo Wild Animal Park, on their playground overlooking the 'Savannah', and i was going down the slide and when i got to the bottom i decided to lay nearby because i felt how warm the ground was (due to the intense heat up at the park), and while i was laying down a kid jumped on my leg and kerrshnap went my leg.
oh and when i was in preschool, i was sent to timeout (for performing a Grand Theft Auto of a little girlie's tricycle) on the bench, which was one of those two plank benches. Anyway, as i was sitting there contemplating about how frightful my dream the night before had been (i was chased by that dracula guy from Sesame Street)
i was told that i was done with timeout.
however, i could not free my small finger from the crack in between the two planks. i tugged and tugged and finally it ripped out.
after much girly screaming and one trip to the hospital later, i end up with a lump on my pinky.
Its a wonderful way to start a conversation with any woman of sophistication.
