Believe it or not, I ran through a ranch slider at my mate’s place because he got pissed off at me because I accidentally shot him in the testicles with a BB gun. Surgery on my left knee and now the scar is permanent. Not funny for me, but my parents were joking about it every time I went near a sliding door. We had one installed less than a month ago, and they will not stop warning me. “Don’t go near that door, or maybe you’ll have a matching scar on your right leg!”
I swear to god…