So imagine you’re me. You read for an hour on your gorgeous patio with your feet propped up on the table. Your legs start to feel a little asleep but you move em around a little. It’s 9 pm, love island time, so you sit up, grab your mason jar full of water. You stand, take a step, and your legs are completely asleep and give out on you. You fall, break the jar, hands go straight into the glass.
I got stitches.
— Jun 28, 2026 09:49PM
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