What DOES my username mean...?
When i was in high school i somehow managed to shove a stick into the crook of my arm while doing yard work. it went in so cleanly that i didn't even know it was in there for about 5 days or so. The stick formed a long painful lump about half the size of a pencil that paralleled my arm right in the center of where me elbow bent so i couldn't bend my arm. My mom took me to get it looked at but the doc was certain there wasn't anything in there and it was just scar tissue. Nobody believed me when i told them there was a god damn twig in my arm! That thing was in there DEEP and it stayed there for about a month before i awoke in the middle of the night to find my bed and PJs DRENCHED in the stickiest, nastiest pussiest bloody mess i'd ever scene! The stick poked out and crawled out of my arm while i slept! Fuckin' NASTY! Turns out the stick was only about the size of a toothpick but DAAAAAMN the mess it made.One time I was breaking apart a chunk of frozen little fish so I could cook them for my cats to eat, and my hand slipped and smacked into one of their fins and really hurt but i thougth nothing of it
then a few days later i noticed what looked like a pimple on my finger, so i squeezed it and a hard ball of pus surrounding a piece of fin-bone came out of my finger
The next morning i triumphantly presented the stick at the breakfast table. "See?! i TOLD you it was in there!"