I don't know which is more painful...the fact that a larger number of my family pronounce my name wrongly or the fact that some of them call me by my younger brother's name.
My existence must be a joke to u guys.
I shoved a piece of crayon up my nose as a kid and had to go to the hospital to get it removed. A nurse tried giving me a coloring book and crayons for being a good boy and my dad said "don't give that retard anymore crayons"