No, I didn't kill anybody. Recently, anyway.
I had this huge nosebleed this morning that just wouldn't stop. I went through half a box of kleenex trying to slow it down, and then I still had to mop up the floor. I did not, however, notice that several small droplets had hit my pants legs.
I'd like to say I'm really embarrassed to have come to work like that, but y'know, it's hardly the first time I've gone out in public smeared with blood.
Hmm. Maybe
Dexter will want to take a closer look at my pants...