Somewhere... out there... beneath the pale moonliiiiight...
I dunno. What.
You ever do this? My buddy Miles and I became blood brothers when we were kids. I think it was first grade. We cut our hands with a small, sharp rock, and then pressed the cuts together. It sucked. Then we buried the rock under another rock.
AND NOW, AFTER YEARS OF UNPROTECTED SEX, I HAVE DISEASES.