10 years ago, I was 16. I didn't honestly didn't think I was going to live past 21 and was trying hard not to. My alternative plan was to graduate college, have a bunch of babies, and get married by 25. 2/3 isn't bad.
Well, this could get really depressing, really fast. Instead, I'll tell you a story that happened a few days ago.
I was taking a drink from a can of Dr Pepper. It was old, 3 days or a week, I guess. There was a live bug in it, a roach or a beetle or something. So I'm like hey! I eat raw meat, I eat sticks of butter, I can do this! I'll just swallow it. Then it started moving. So I start throwing up. AND IT CLINGS TO THE INSIDE OF MY THROAT WITH ITS LEGS. no joke. it was awful.
I hate scary movies. I guess May, though. Have you seen it?
that's cheating