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When I was 6, I got some pretty bad splinters stuck in my ring finger (had just gotten first pair of roller-blades, slipped, grabbed onto wooden wall). My uncle who was watching me and my sister who was 1 at the time said that he'd have to pull them out with tweezers. I'm horrified.
He goes into the downstairs bathroom to get the tweezers. I run upstairs and hide under a bed, there were some boxers under the bed that I use as a shield to block me from sight. He thinks I ran out the back door.
So now all sorts of family members are searching for me. My mom is called from whatever errand she was running. She's super paranoid and probably thought I was kidnapped/raped/murdered in no particular order. They alert the police as they go searching around the neighborhood. My grandmother actually looks under the bed I'm hidden under, but I am well concealed by the boxes.
After a few hours have passed, I get bored. I see my 1 year old sister walking by the bed. I get her attention. My grandmother walks into the room to tend to my sister. The little bitch points to where I'm hiding. I am found. It takes about 3 people to pull me from under the bed. 4 to restrain me while the splinters are brutally extracted from my fingers.
I projectile vomit, shit everywhere, get laid, etc. Still have the scar.
Moral of the story, don't get splinters, adults suck at hide-and-seek, girls are bitches as early as 1 year old and cannot be trusted.
I'm still not on speaking terms with my sister.
He goes into the downstairs bathroom to get the tweezers. I run upstairs and hide under a bed, there were some boxers under the bed that I use as a shield to block me from sight. He thinks I ran out the back door.
So now all sorts of family members are searching for me. My mom is called from whatever errand she was running. She's super paranoid and probably thought I was kidnapped/raped/murdered in no particular order. They alert the police as they go searching around the neighborhood. My grandmother actually looks under the bed I'm hidden under, but I am well concealed by the boxes.
After a few hours have passed, I get bored. I see my 1 year old sister walking by the bed. I get her attention. My grandmother walks into the room to tend to my sister. The little bitch points to where I'm hiding. I am found. It takes about 3 people to pull me from under the bed. 4 to restrain me while the splinters are brutally extracted from my fingers.
I projectile vomit, shit everywhere, get laid, etc. Still have the scar.
Moral of the story, don't get splinters, adults suck at hide-and-seek, girls are bitches as early as 1 year old and cannot be trusted.
I'm still not on speaking terms with my sister.
