I feel kinda bad about it, but this cracked me up.

It reminds me of the time Stephanie and I were playing with our old dog Lucky when we were camping, and how I decided it would be fun to put my head through one of the circles that his leash had made (yes, I’ve always been this smart). Stephanie threw a stick and Lucky went running for it, pulling the rope that was around my neck and dragging it up into my mouth so that my semi-loose tooth became even looser. That was the first time I fainted at the sight of blood. But luckily, this is not a story of how my dog hanged me.

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