More tacos. Mmmm. I love tacos.

I made a duct tape wallet once.

I've got one on my knee. I was probably about 8 or so. I was jump roping in my driveway. My neighbor came down the block on his bike, and went to turn around in the driveway. His bike caught my jump rope and I fell to the ground. I had a huge cut almost the size of my knee. It sucked. My dad cleaned me up and I was sitting on the floor in the living room, sniffling. My mom came home from work and gave me the latest issue of dinosaur magazine. While browsing it, I was still all sniffly and sad. She yelled at me and told me to suck it up. Until about two years ago when she asked me "Is there anything you've never forgiven me for?", I held it against her hardcore.