I would always violently run around my house. I loved the garage. So much.
So...I would go inside the garage. Often.
I would look for things as if I were a pirate, or a squirrel. Then, one fateful day, I found a can of HAIRSPRAY!!!
So I decided...why not spray it DIRECTLY INTO MY FACE?
Clearly this was not hairspray. I ran inside to find my dad. Crying. Emotion. Pain.
And to this day...no one was surprised I did this.
Note to self: pepper spray kills.
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