112. Why I Don't Trust Overly Nice People

You can't spell Insincerity without "sin" (which is an idiotic thing to say).

This one day, when I was a 5 year old in kindergarten, I was walking across the classroom, tripped on a lunch box and bashed my face on the corner of a desk.

I got myself a pretty bad cut and it was less than 1 inch from poking my eye out. Apparently the blood started flowing from the gash and began dripping down my face. Probably not the kind of sight …