I used to be fun and exciting in my childhood. It only costed my parents 6 trips to the ER and earned myself a collection of ~80 stitches to the face throughout those years. On a brighter note, I never broke a bone or lost a tooth b/c God didn't give me some weak ass skeleton.
Now I'm old and uneventful, traded away risk for stability. Butttttttttt I'm wildly witty perhaps that's b/c I can say whatever I want b/c no ones around to listen or I'm delusional. Also, even after a few concussions as a kid I'm ultra smart, this one time I got a C- in art appreciation class. Evidently, extremely modest, as well.
