We’ve all heard the stories. ┬áThe kid that was being all stoic about his booboo until he looked down and saw his arm covered in blood. ┬áThe kid with the broken arm to insisted he was good to finish the ball game. The kid that thought his rash was acting up on the campout and woke up with ant bites all over him.

The jackass who had a bowling ball fight in the dark and passed out, then woke up and figured if he survived the whole night with a leg the color of a blood blister, there’s no reason to think it’s life-threatening.

No, that last one still sounds dumb.