One time when I was little I asked my grandmother if I could eat the crumbs around a cake that was on the table. I did, and I ended up getting closer and closer to the cake until I was basically scraping out the bottom edges of the cake to eat them. My grandma didn't like that. But somebody had eaten the cherry off the top of the cake, and she assumed I did that too, which I didn't. She didn't believe me even when I told her I didn't do it.

Oh yeah, and once in junior high we had to write book reports on whatever book we wanted, I wrote mine on a book called The Plague about a plague that started in Miami, Florida (where I live), and I lost the book, and the teacher thought I made it all up. I couldn't convince her otherwise. I think I got an F. (This was the same hot teacher I mentioned before who used to flirt with the students.)