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Ok, yesterday at school I was eating lunch, like a normal person I might add. Any who, I found a pop can on the ground about 3 feet from me. So, being the good samariten (sp?) I am, I went to pick it up. Then I found myself asking, "Humm, I wonder if I can rip this in half?"
...It turns out I can rip it in half... But, when I ripped it in half I noticed that I had cut my finger, it didn't hurt, so I let it be. About 20 seconds later I noticed it had started to bleed, I let it be. Then about 10 seconds later I noticed that it hadn't stopped bleeding and blood was dripping off of my hand onto the ground. So I walked over to the teacher and asked for a band-aid. She then rushed me to the health office and got the nurse, by now blood was all over my pants and on the floor, but it didn't hurt. The nurse then instructed me to wash it off and apply pressure with a towel. After about 10 minutes of appling pressure we put a band-aid on it. Then I sat down for about an hour.
After sitting down for what seemed like eternity I called my mother. We decided it was best for her to pick me up and take me to my doctor and see if I needed stiches. It turns out that I didn't need any stiches...just two shots. Fun... I was also told that I should not bend my finger, it might open the cut again. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?
Long story short; Jesus doesn't like it when someone is threatening his position as nicest man.
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