DON’T talk about twisted ankles. not here, not now, not EVER!
but i guess i’m a perfectionist. you’re gonna laugh but i was really probably the “best” kid in my class. in eighth grade i used to stay for mishmar every night even though i only needed to be there once (or was it twice?) a week. seriously. even in 9th grade i started out all sincere and everything. didn’t last too long, but i tried.
when you do something you gotta do it well. right now i’m working on being a perfect bum and you’re messing me up 😉