Today a toothpick got stuck up my foot. Yes. You heard me. I was minding my own business, cleaning up my room, when ******* (your sound effect here-- my choice is guhguhguh) !!!! My mouth opened but no noise came out and I crumpled to the ground to inspect my foot.
You can imagine my shock when I saw the mini wooden steak (Seriously! You could kill a mini vampire with that thing!) wedged in the tender fleshy part of my foot. (You know where I'm talking about?) Because the tooth pick was no where near an artery, I pulled it out. ******* (another sound effect of your choice here. Mine: slucchhhhhhhh)
But no worries, my mama came to the rescue with antibiotic cream and bandaids. Many of them. Thank you mama. And NO THANK YOU TOOTHPICK. Since when are their random tooth picks on the floor?
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