Embarrassing Injuries
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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Walking home from pub,
Very much the worse for cold drinks, we were playing kick the can/cone/ball/anything found on the street.
My mate went one better, aiming a proper penalty spot kick at a litter bin, aiming to send it flying.
Bottom of litter bin is filled with concrete to stop it moving.
Breakages:
1 big toe.
Shatterings
1 right foot.
Bob Ford, hobble on down.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 16:09, Reply)
Very much the worse for cold drinks, we were playing kick the can/cone/ball/anything found on the street.
My mate went one better, aiming a proper penalty spot kick at a litter bin, aiming to send it flying.
Bottom of litter bin is filled with concrete to stop it moving.
Breakages:
1 big toe.
Shatterings
1 right foot.
Bob Ford, hobble on down.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 16:09, Reply)
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