I witnessed something terrible happen to this guy I really hate, but I still felt really bad for him. Because I am not a complete douchecanoe.

(I'd rather not discuss everything that happened. Publicly. Let's just say his skull cracked open when he suddenly fell over, in a room with over 50 people in it. And there was a lot of blood. And an ambulence. While people were eating food.)

On a lighter note, I'm still looking through the cringe blog and it is angering me further.