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 I was outside at the passenger door to my car and got my pipe. I’d left the lighter in the driver door and walked around the front of the car to get it when i stubbed my toe and let out a string of expletives to the back porch where i was sat for a smoke. I notice blood dripping from my foot. lots of blood. I hobble into the kitchen to grab a paper towel when I notice the path i’d left in blood the entire way there. I hold the paper towel to my toe and start trying to wipe the blood off the kitchen floor. Halfway through this process I start bleeding all over the half of the kitchen that i had just cleaned. I yell for my dad a couple times to no avail and sat to sulk for a moment about how much that fucking sucked then my dad finally came down to check it out. He looks at it and is concerned, but is kind of upset that there is blood all over the kitchen floor. We hose off the deck and my mom wakes up after we’d finished wiping the floor. We go upstairs and they wash it off with soap and peroxide over the bathtub. My dad put nesporin on it and a few spiderman band aids. I feel like i’m five years old again as I came downstairs to smoke my pipe before I layed down to tell you about it.

ja-mbles:

tree houses are sick because ur literally forcing a tree to hold the corpse of his fallen brother and if that isnt the most metal thing ever i dont know what is

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