Dudes will be dudes

There were these two dudes in my graduating class who were attached-at-the-hip best friends and always showed their love by endearingly ramming each other's heads into the walls, the floor, the furniture, etc at every opportunity; grappling and wrestling on the floor; and knocking every desk in the room aside as they careened wildly through the classroom, in every spare moment and many moments that were not technically spare. They failed to save the horsing around for outside school hours, but even guys whose favourite activity is drinking beer on their asses show love by injuring one another. So even if he hadn't started it by jumping on Gerard from up high while he was singing and standing with one foot on an amp for extra precarious balance, I don't think grappling, stumbling, and falling on his ass would even register on Frank's mental radar. Considering all the injuries he regularly does to himself it's possible he wouldn't have noticed being kicked in the nuts, either. Or the face.

No, but you can look it up on Wikipedia

My sister just came and asked me if I knew the symptoms of concussion because when she was taking a shower, the detachable shower head slipped free and hit her on the head and now it hurts. That wouldn't be hilarious if I had even the slightest fear that she were really concussed, I promise.

Also she went to one of her high school's football games tonight. On purpose. To hang out. Oh, for the love of little green boxes with lids, not in my family! On second thought, should I friendslock this? I don't want just anyone to know this sort of embarrassing material about me, do I?