Alright...I'll come clean.

I'm not even sure how to write this...really, any way I try to reword it, it just sounds even more idiotic. Plain and simple?

I was flopped over on a recliner, watching cartoons, and playing with a dime. I was rolling the cold dime all over my face, playing with the "wheel" on my exciting facial "landscape." At some point I was playing with the dime around my nose and--

Do I really even need to say what happened?

It got STUCK, alright? So after a panicky, unsuccessful half-minute of 'I can do this, I can do this, I can...' I ran straight to my my mom. She was PISSED. She got the tweezers, tried to grab it, and manage to knock it into the back of my throat. I choked, sputtered, and coughed it up before both my mom and I officially freaked the fuck out. (Not like I was actually going to choke on the damn thing, though. Come ON.)

Anyway, it's probably still the most embarrassing thing my family hangs over my head.

So, that's my story, and filler, filler, filler, filler, filler, filler, filler, filler, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

The End.

You can stop reading now.

Please stop reading now.

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Did I mention I was way old enough to know better?

Like...thirteen?

*o*