Stitching Wounds
I went to a party with a bunch of my friends. The party was jumping. Anyway, as the party went on into the early morning hours, one of my buddies was getting a little out of control. He grabbed a vuvuzela that was on the floor and whacked my forehead with it, cutting it open. It was bleeding pretty bad. Nobody at the party, including me, was in any condition to drive to the hospital, so we got the bright idea to try to stitch it together ourselves. It wasn’t so horrible during cuz I was pretty wasted, but now a have a really ugly scar on my forehead cuz a professional didn’t stitch up my head.
