Raise your hand if, while emptying the dishwasher this morning, you dropped a knife, point down of course, on your foot and then freaked out more about the blood getting on your pants leg than about it oozing out of your body?
No one? Oooh, pick me, pick me!
Tarzan is going to be so pissed.
This is me and I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't been there.