Perhaps the untimely death of my lovely thread may yet be avoided by my sharing the following:

There was this one time
I went skating with a friend and we went down this steep hill around the corner from my house.
Of course I was such a poser... with my over sized cargo pants (size 10) real pant size (size 3), that I decided I was going to impress my friend by not only racing down the hill at wild speed BUT (a big BUT is always nice adds to the drama) I was going to race down the hill, jump the curb, and finnish with a sharp T stop. Seem like a hot idea at the time btw. So anyhow I DID IT!!! I mean I really bit some sidewalk (literally), got up ran my tongue over my teeth ...there was a shall we say breezy sensation, and then there was the PAIN! My friend then yells to me "WHERE'S THE OTHER PIECE!?"
to which I shrugg and say "I don't know did you see it?" Suddenly I'm aware of another presence. We both look up to see a playground full of GUYS FROM SCHOOL, this alone was totally mortifying at the least.