Back in my sophomore year of high school I broke my arm. It was a fracture by the elbow so they couldn’t cast it or I wouldn’t be able to move my arm after it healed.
Apparently drinking a ton of milk back in middle school made my bones surpringly strong so I healed in less than half the time they claimed I would take(they still kept me out of gym that entire time which I was angry about because we were rollarblading and playing my favorite sport).
So after two days with the sling I went crazy ‘cause I annoyed that my arm was so confined. For the rest of the month it took me to heal I didn’t use it since I was okay as long as I didn’t move my arm too much and people were calling me a liar since apparently if you don’t have some sort of indicator, you’re not hurt.
for chinese new year they get all these famous actors and comedians together and they do a lil show and one of the comedians was like “i was in a hotel in america once and there was a mouse in my room so i called reception except i forgot the english word for mouse so instead i said ‘you know tom and jerry? jerry is here’