Once. In seventh grade. someone blew up a co2 cartridge full of gunpowder and a piece of shrapnel sliced through my leg. 120 stitches.
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tuesdayswithkenny:
This is where Tuesdays with Kenny began. Pretend this is photohunt, and count all the things wrong with this picture. First one to a hundred wins. (I always win.)
This is where Tuesdays with Kenny began.
Pretend this is photohunt, and count all the things wrong with this picture. First one to a hundred wins. (I always win.)
#1: I’m not there.