when i was in 3rd grade or so, AIDS started to be on the radar of things to tell kids in school. but since we were 3rd graders, they wouldn't say to us "don't have unprotected sex, don't share needles when you shoot up," so instead they just told us "never ever do 'blood brothers' with anyone." you know, where you cut your hand, and your "brother" cuts their hand, and then you mush em together? so suddenly, now that blood brothering was the Forbidden Fruit thing to do, i became mildly obsessed with it, and yet too scared to actually do it. i used to cut both my plams and do it with myself (you have to picture the GEEKIEST little child EVER doing this. HUGE GLASSES, long straight hair, horrid clothes my mom thought were cute. little nerd face. it's really pretty sad). i was also too scared to cut my hands more than a tiny bit, but in my little blood brother fantasy, it would be a HUGE GASH.
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I thought I came up with that joke. Or at least that I would be the only one to steal it from Bill Murray...
Sorry that this wasn't related at all to your journal. I just saw your profile after clicking on your name from the Kansas City thingie, and, well...