In keeping with the rad sports
I used to skateboard. I was pretty rad, as it happens - I could get a bit of air off a halfpipe, and was only a few slams from doing handplants. I won't bore you with all the silly names for tricks, but suffice to say that on a good day I really wasn't too bad, and could "cut quite a dash" as us "skaters" are wont to say.

One day, I was rolling out of the skatepark, at about 0.01 miles an hour, and hit a small piece of gravel, which stopped me dead, forcing me to lurch forwards, my skateboard to fly out from under me, and for me to hit the deck, and break my fucking wrist.

Upsettingly, I was 26 at the time, and had to explain this to everyone I met at the wedding I went to that weekend, and then at work, where I was soundly mocked with offers from people to buy me an Action Man to cheer me up, or a Slush Puppy or similar.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 11:39, 5 replies)

At least you didn't play with frisbees as well.
THAT would have been embarrassing.
( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 12:12, closed)

Skater-frisbee is toadally awesum.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 12:18, closed)

You weak cunt.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Thu 5 Dec 2013, 13:18, closed)