i remember this one time my sister ran over my legs with a snowmobile

I had to bike home

grab mom

(i was 10 btw at the time

and just scream at her to get in the van

had her drive me to the neighbors

grabbed the big irish neighbor man

(literally named "Brian Shea"

shoved HIM in the van

and had Brian go swim and save him (again I was 10)

so one sweatshirt-tourniquet later dad was on his way to the hospital

and a couple hours of stitches later all ended peacefully

except for brians sweatshirt which was just FUCKED by the blood

11 years later my dad admitted in a therapy session (for me) that I saved his life

happy ending

indeed

and i just realized

my sister has nearly killed me

5 times

well

2 times with a snow mobile

one time with a bike

hehe my sister is afraid of machinery

so im safe

one time by nearly drowning me

oh and my sister cant bike

also my sister is a foot shorter than me....

and one time with ATV

so sorry to hear you are in so much more danger my dude

nah, you get used to it

not sure I would

but good on ya

i live in finland

AH

you get used to everything here

EVERYTHING MAKES MORE SENSE NOW

everytime i mention im finnish

do ya ford a fjord in a ford?

...that joke

was so bad

it made me remember the finnish SS division