I got owned by a #2 pencil coming home from school one day. I was walking home swinging my backpack, and I didnt know that my sharp-ass pencil jutted through the bottom of my backpack. I never realized the pencil stabbed me until I got home and notice I had a trail of blood leading from the door up to my bedroom, and that the back of my shoe was wet. My mom saw the hole and told me to get on my bed. She didnt have any tweezers, so she used a safety pin to DIG the broken lead out.....that was worse than anything I've ever felt....