Sugar, spice, and poo
I'm so void of content that this comment I made in rosered2318's journal seems post- worthy.
I have what is now a very faint scar on my knee.
I was feeling very bold one day and on the spur of the moment came up with a great plan that I immediately put into action. I was about 4 or 5 steps up on a concrete staircase outdoors. There were a few older girls a few feet away. I yelled at them a truism that Plato himself may have written.
GIRLS ARE MADE OUT OF POOP!
I then went to make my escape, and leapt from the stairs. I did not stick the landing. Well I did stick it with my knee, but my intention was to hit the ground running. I sprang right up and made with my escape, but left a small chunk of my knee-flesh behind as a reminder to these girls that they are, in fact, made out of poop.
I was 5 years old at the time.
I have what is now a very faint scar on my knee.
I was feeling very bold one day and on the spur of the moment came up with a great plan that I immediately put into action. I was about 4 or 5 steps up on a concrete staircase outdoors. There were a few older girls a few feet away. I yelled at them a truism that Plato himself may have written.
GIRLS ARE MADE OUT OF POOP!
I then went to make my escape, and leapt from the stairs. I did not stick the landing. Well I did stick it with my knee, but my intention was to hit the ground running. I sprang right up and made with my escape, but left a small chunk of my knee-flesh behind as a reminder to these girls that they are, in fact, made out of poop.
I was 5 years old at the time.