Don’t you need to get the bullet out before patching them up? I don’t remember ever seeing a movie where it’s implied that digging the bullet out is sufficient, only that it’s a necessary step.

Oh I have absolutely no social anxiety, I just prefer to keep what I’m buying to myself when I can, rubber or not.

I just like the feeling of privacy. When the staff redirects customers to the cashiers because there’s less queue than at the self checkout, I pretend not to hear with my headphones on.

Oh the pride and joy I will experience when I finally get to be champion in the “Pretty shit” skill level running competition! Especially if I manage to defeat my handicapped neighbor, that prick keeps boasting about how he’s been training hard every day for the past 10 years! I’m not sure you understand what competitive sports are about …