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As long as I can remember, so-called friends have been calling me "Yellow". Just in Case, you get the wrong impression, I am colour blind so it doesn't matter to me what colour I am in or what my friends and associates are tainted with.
Recently, I slipped on the pavement, not because of any banana skin, but because of a poor attempt at one of those infamous Fame moves. Consequently, Several of my joints slipped out of their positions and thus, I have been unable to move like John Wayne anymore. I am identify with this slipjoint thing quite thoroughly.
The fall also resulted in me losing my precious scout knife of teenage years. Now I am clueless as to where can I land my next blade. Simply put, I am knifeless as well.
Hence, this is a Case which applies directly to my predicament. Yellow happens to be one of my favourite colours, too.