Picture this...
A night on the town with a staggeringly (really!) beautiful Iranian student lovely.

Back to hers for what comes naturally to the young and uninhibited.

She was on top, me, my head on a pillow looking up in wonder at this angel.

I grasp her 'round the torso in a fit of passion to kiss her in our moment of peak pleasure...

...she, limp from the exertion gets dragged forward... and bursts her nose against the wall showering us both in her blood.

By George I was drunk. I actually laughed as the raven-haired beauty above me cluched at her face in horror.

Length? Pretty shrivelled after that, I can tell you...
(Audioduck So, can I haz fucking Cheezburgers or not?, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 11:40, Reply)

Teenage one upmanship
When I was a wee little lad of 12-13 (memory is a bit foggy here as it usual is with me) I wasn't the most popular kid in school, in fact far from it. Glassess, check. crappy haircut, check. (which looked as if you gave a junkie a flowerpot, scissors and his next fix if he cuts your hair.) Being the smart lad that I am I tended to make myself an easy target by showing them who was smarter, which wasn't a smart thing to do, seeing as how I was attending a grammar school and when you toss a bunch of arrogant smart folk together the smarter ones tend to become targets.

So let's wind the clock a bit forward, to what I am about to share with you.

Our school had two buildings, not quite near each other, and thus requiring you to use your bike to get from point A, to point B. Having arrived halfway through the lunchbreak I was suddenly stopped by three young lads who apparantly didn't like me that much.

There I was, outside, on my bike, surrounded by three lads, intimidating me and throwing all kinds of insults at me.

It didn't bother me, and this is what bothered them, as they wanted to see a reaction, something that would show them just how "great" they were.

If only I had.

THe next thing that happened was feeling a sudden sharp pain to the head.

One of them had picked up a brick-like piece of wood and had thrown it at me, hitting me right on the head.

So of course my initial reaction was to swear and cover the spot with my hand.

I started to shout all kinds of profanities at them until I came to realize that something was amiss.

They were all staring at me as if I had suddenly spouted a second head.

That's when I noticed that my face was quite wet, and when I removed my hand I unleashed a torrent of blood. The piece of wood had managed to injure me in an interesting way, or so I thought, as I realized I now had a hole in my head.

Doing what I thought was natural I got off my bike, laughing like a maniac as I told one of the kids to take care of my bag as I dropped it.

And then the journey began. To go to the headmistress and explain that I might need some medical attention, lucky for me I would have to traverse the route to the front doors, which conveniently had me walk along the mess hall windows, and through the school.

Apparantly, 5+ girls fainted when they saw me walk by, looking like the victim of a brutal beating.

The Headmistress nearly fainted when she saw me and immediately rushed me off to the doc to get my head fixed.

All it took was some glue and a notice to watch the head while taking a shower, and that was it.

The lads were punished and they guy who threw it supposedly claimed that he was aiming at my bicycle.

Which I'm glad he didn't hit, because I just thought that that fateful day had been an awesome day.

*Be gentle, still trying to write interesting stuff*
(Almar wonders what will go wrong this week, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 4:57, Reply)

Bloody Hell
.
Little Legless was at school when Jane got out of her seat and went to see the teacher. Lot's of whispering went on and the female teacher and Jane disappeared into the bathroom.

When they returned the teacher came to me and asked me if I'd walk Jane home as she wasn't very well. Jumping at the chance for a free afternoon off school, I agreed.

So we were walking home and I asked Jane what was wrong.

"I've started bleeding" she said "I've started bleeding down there"

"Gimme a look" I asked.

Jane was reluctant but, after a lot of pestering, agreed and we went intro the bushes. She hiked up her skirt and pulled down her knickers.

"Bloody hell" I exclaimed "No wonder you're bleeding - someone's chopped your cock off!"


Cheers

Thankyouverymuch. I'll be under the pier all week
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 4:53, 3 replies)

I saw a pint of my own blood...
...in a bag next to me in the Donor van - If you can, give blood, sounds like some of you have needed it in the past. (Sorry for sermonising, it's all a bit dear to my heart)
(Mousy Tongue ...Generally bemused by life..., Sat 9 Aug 2008, 3:26, 10 replies)

My graduation ball
My grad ball was notoriously shit, it was held (for some unknown reason) at a racecourse rather than a traditional hall or club or function room, the food was shit, the dj didn't turn up (actually that was probably a plus, it was meant to be Alex Zane). And we were charged £50 for this. But I didn't mind.

See, I was in a state of complete infatuation for my then girlfriend. She was amazing, smart, funny, gorgeous, wore too much eyeliner (one of my buttons), was obsessed with Radiohead (another one of my buttons), and to cap it all off, she wanted to have sex as constantly as I did.

So the party's been underway for a couple of hours, me and the lady have been working our way through a couple of bottles of champagne, and we head out of the main room for a cigarette outside. Walking down the steps we start kissing, longer and harder each time, until with a smile she drags me away from the party and off into the night.

Needless to say, I was happy with this state of affairs, and a few minutes later I, like the gentleman I am, had thrown my suit jacket to the ground to keep her prom dress from getting muddy as we got down to business on the Kemptown racetrack (yes, the one from the song - it's five miles long, doo-dah, doo-dah).

A short while later, I started noticing a disturbance in the force. A quick check confirmed my fears - my efforts had not gone unnoticed by my woman's fragile uterine walls, and they had chosen that moment to start their monthly clearout.

But as I mentioned above, I was a gentleman, and not one to spoil a perfect evening by wussing out at the sight of lady-blood. After checking that she was OK, we carried on until we were both quite satisfied and collapsed in a breathless heap.

It was at this point that I realised I didn't have any tissues or similar to hand, and, it transpired, neither did she. So biting the bullet, we decided to get our clothes as in order as possible, and make our way surreptitiously back through the party to the toilets at the front of the building.

As we huddled together walking back, passing under the pool of light cast by an open kitchen window, she suddenly pulled away from me, staring in horror at my stomach. I looked down.

Stained was not the word. My white pinstripe shirt was utterly soaked in scarlet. I don't know how I hadn't noticed up to this point, I suppose I must have assumed I was sweating from all the vigorous activity. She was still staring at me with an expression of disgust bordering on fear.

"You...you're bleeding..."
I looked at her slightly confused. "No..."
"But you...I..." Realisation dawned. "I'm bleeding?!"
"Ye-es? I thought you knew?"
"No!! Why wouldn't you tell me??!!"
"I...I asked if you were OK..."
"I thought you were just asking if I was OK!"
"Oh...you wouldn't have..?"
"NO!!!"

Long story short, I spent the next couple of hours looking like a complete spaz wearing my suit buttoned up down the front, while my freshly menstrual girlfriend directed all her menstrual fury at me, in between trips to the bathroom to clean up and get more toilet roll. In the end I managed to pacify her by discreetly asking a good friend of mine if I could borrow her tampax, and sheepishly offering them to her. We made up by the end of the night, and the rest of the ball went by in a happy drunken haze, but a warning to all other guys: apparently if a woman's 'enjoying herself' at the precise moment that her cycle begins, she doesn't always realise that it's happening. A useful thing to remember.
(jabboy, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 3:25, 4 replies)

drink is dangerous
whilst shopping for my mate's 21st birthday party, my shoe and foot decided to part company. i fell face-first onto the pavement, putting my arm out to stop myself.
unfortunately, it was the arm that had the bag of wine bottles on it.
they broke.

a mutual friend of ours saw me fall and ran over to help. "oh my god," she says, "that cut is huge!" looking down at the roughly 1 inch cut in my arm, i decided to humour her. "oh, yeah, it's really bad."
steering me towards a low wall, she insisted i sit down. i thought she was making a lot of fuss over nothing, but i sat down anyway, as the fall had shaken me up a little.

after talking to her for a minute or so, i realised my hand felt sticky. looking down i saw that my arm, hand and the little paper bag with the birthday card in it that i was holding were all drenched in blood.
realising that all this blood couldn't have come from such a tiny cut, i swiveled my arm for a better look.

the bone of my elbow grinned up at me from the mouth-like gash in my flesh. the broken bottle had sliced me so quickly and cleanly, i hadn't even felt it.

giving my friend 20p for the phone(yes, 20p, that's how long ago it was!), i told her to call me an ambulance, then call the birthday girl to let her know what had happened and tell her i'd be late to the party.

rumour being what it is, by the time i got to the party, people thought the bottle had sliced into my chest and i was having life-saving surgery. not exactly fair on my friend, i completely upstaged her on her big day.
still, six stitches, a large blue dressing and a shot of morphine didn't stop me boogying the night away!
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 3:10, Reply)

Banjo
Long time reader, possibly first time poster (I've been drinking for quite some time).

Long story very short - Doing that specifc deed with my girlfriend, feel something snap, realise it must be something to do with my downstairs cos the horrific feeling of a gaping open penile wound scraping up and down the inside of my girlfriend's vadge is definitely something to do with me, I'm thinking it would be impolite to point this out, so I don't, girlfriend eventually looks down to see my lower torso given a light sheen of red, and asks if it's hers.

I guess you had to be there, by fuck I'm glad you weren't.
(bozzley under the stairs, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 3:00, 1 reply)

A tale or two I have...
So bear with me for a bit.

When I was about 13 there was an interesting little game going on during the intervals at school which involved one swinging their school bag hammer throw style and see who could get it the farthest/had the biggest balls. So true to any child I joined in this little excercise to pass the time. My turn came round and I, possessed with some Olympian gold medallist's spirit, preceeded to spin like a dervish. Then I fell on my arse. So I got up, dusted myself off and noticed the huge gaping tear in my trouser leg and went into a semi panic state about how badly my mum was going to beat the crap out of me. Soon after the giggles/panicking died down I was asked if I was alright, and assuming I was I went to check said leg, only to find that the trousers were now glued into place with rather copious amounts of the red stuff. Evetually I got cut out of the buggering things, with a great hole in my shin oozing corn syrup at a fairly constant rate (having congealed blood on your legs for about two hours is rather traumatizing at that age as well) and about a week off school due to having all the mobility of a pogo stick. Still got the scar from it too.

The other happened just after I was born on April Fool's Day, and was told about yesterday in detail. Appearently some guy didn't get the joke that the entire pub my mum and dad were at were in on, and in his anger pulled out a handgun. Que it being knocked flying out his hand and (appearently in slow motion) bouncing off the wall and cracking my old man square in the noggin. This resulted in my mum whipping off her top to try bandage my dad's head, and a stream of wolf whistles shortly there after.

Apologies for length, I didn't mean to ramble that much.
(Speedyjx, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 2:55, 1 reply)

somewhere in northern thailand
I came down with a rather bad case of stomach pains. after rolling around on the floor of the house for a while my friend drove me the the doctor who referred me to the local hospital. they stuck me in a bed and put a drip in my arm.

soon i decided i needed the toilet, so carefully rolled off the bed and made my way. unfortunatly I managed to dislodge the IV drip and soon blood was shotting out my arm. panicking and in a daze I called for a nurse but there was no one around, so i ran to the reception leaving a trail of blood. to me be met by shouts of of "nooo mr ewe, mr ewe go back go back". getting back to my now red walled room, they reattached the drip and i fell to sleep. only to wake up with a soaking bed as the drip has fallen again...
(ewe, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 2:52, Reply)

Lovely blood
...got back from a wisdom-tooth operation and immediately spewed forth fountains of black/red blood and bile all over the house.

My family wasn't too impressed with my re-enactment of the texas chain-saw massacre...
(satellite blows, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 2:43, Reply)

Nightmares.
I don't dream too often, but occasionally I'll have a nightmare that I am on a toilet in the middle of a crowded place and I can't stop peeing blood.

I may need to discuss this with a therapist...
(Just a girl., Sat 9 Aug 2008, 2:04, Reply)

There was a young fellow called Sanjay
who bought a used tampon on eBay.
When asked if he'd like
a used bandage from Mike
He said 'no way dude - that'd be gay'.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 1:02, Reply)

Limerick I Like
There once was a vampire called Mabel,
Whose periods were rather unstable.
Once under full moon,
She sat with a spoon,
And drank herself under the table!


Haiku, Haiku very much...
( the dalai farmer always likes tea, but especially on, Sat 9 Aug 2008, 0:10, 4 replies)

Blood! Drunken Debauchery! Superglue...
In a fit of mind-numbing stupidity I elected to go to Chicago with my IB class. Now in my high school, IB can pretty much be directly translated into pretentious pseudo-intellectuals the school system has arbitrarily designated as "smart". Regardless, there were a few amusing and intelligent individuals, basically my friend Paddy*. This ties into the QOTW because of Tom*. Tom joined the rest of the kids in getting completely and utterly wasted.

Over the course of the night everyone is hitting various stages of drunken debauchery and quitting drinking, because they're responsible mature twats. Tom hits this level without realizing it. He keeps drinking and promptly trips, landing face first on the corner of the table. Que blood gushing down his face as the responsible children look on, dumbfounded.

After watching the girls stare awkwardly for a moment, a very drunk Paddy walks over and starts poking at Tom's head. He then searches the hotel room for superglue or a needle and thread and somehow manages to find superglue amid the clothing, people, and bottles. Despite being quite inebriated, Paddy glues Tom's head back together and stops the bleeding. Everyone continues partying until they leave for home.

Upon arrival, Tom's father meets up with them and is told that he walked into a door frame at the art gallery and that Paddy fixed him up. He decides Tom will be going to the Urgent Care center anyway. The amusing bit? When the nurse there saw Tom's head she informed his father there was no need for stitches as he'd already been seen to by a professional...

*names may have been changed to protect the somewhat innocent

Be gentle, it's my first time. ;-)
(CaffeineFiend, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 23:26, 1 reply)

as a vampire
I'm frankly rock-hard right now.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 23:04, Reply)

Toenails
My big toenail was ingrown and for whatever reason the doctor wouldn't do the fancy operation to remove the nail. After a while it got to be really painful so I thought "Fuck it, how hard can it be to cut the bloody thing out?".
It turns out, it is really hard. I figured you could just cut the nail normally then sort of go in at an angle and shear it off bit by bit. Unfortunately I hadn't taken my spacker coordination into account. I ended up cutting most of the nail plate off and driving the scissors (No poncy nail scissors, only proper, manly ones) into the soft flesh. You wouldn't believe the amount of blood you'd get out of a single toe, and hitting the nerves underneath hurts like a bugger as well.I had to go to A&E and tell the doctor how I managed to amputate half my toenail.

The bastard damn near laughed his head off. On the plus side, I did get the ingrown part out, so once it healed and the nail grew back, no more pain.
(steadfastmeat Laconic ham, perhaps?, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 22:55, 2 replies)

Baguette!
A few months back I was at work, and decided to have a baguette for my tea. So I wander into the staff kitchen and get out said baguette and a bread knife and, holding the bread in my hand (rather than on a plate), I cut...into it and then the my knuckle. I can still feel the blade tearing as I sawed, and I looked at the cut on my finger, very deep, no pain. Oh heres the blood! And the Pain! I jabbed my finger into my mouth, and shouted for Ade (the other nurse on with me) "MmmMmmMMMm kmMmmMmmM mmmM" which meant "Ive cut me finger! Get a freekin bandage". He wasnt sure what was up, til he saw me with blood in my beard and my hand in my mouth.

Sandwich was nice in the end BTW.
(kitescreech still here, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 22:46, 1 reply)

I've seen enough the past few weeks...
I'm a naturally clumsy butcher-in-training...

Probably not the best idea I've ever had.
( Mellicious is made of candy, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 22:34, Reply)

At last, a good place to post this!
Behold the power of the period!
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 8 Aug 2008, 21:48, 1 reply)

On the subject of blood.
This flash anim comes to mind. Its a classic. Very funny and very wrong :) hehehe.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCQSpzjHxpQ

MSFW (maybe safe for work)
(Miggyman, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 21:15, 2 replies)

Courtesy of Garth Marenghi...
(sat at his desk, reading from one of his novels 'Slicer')

"Something was pouring from his mouth. He examined his sleeve. Blood!? Blood. Crimson copper-smelling blood, his blood. Blood. Blood. Blood. (Checks line)...And bits of sick."
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 21:12, 1 reply)

Blood Poem
I lie here broken, drenched in blood,
My life in pools, my soul a flood,
My heart is now my enemy,
With every beat, it's leaving me.

It hurts to breathe, it hurts to cry,
My heart is open to the sky,
Emptying my ruined shell,
Each beat, eternity in hell.

I pray for death, I want release,
To sleep for ever, rest in peace,
But drowning in my blood I stay,
I want release, for death I pray.

Blood as black as night emerges,
My heart my broken body purges,
I feel my life returning, healing,
With all the tragedy of feeling.

(C) Mark Callanan 2004
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 20:07, 2 replies)

Schooldays
Coming home after School a few of us always took the shortcut across the park.

The shortcut involved climbing a tree that hung over a fence, It was fun and it also took a few minutes off the journey.

One day it had been raining and the tree was a little slippy even so most us made it across leaving Chris to climb over. Halfway across he fell and as a natural reaction grabbed for the nearest thing.

Unfortunately the nearest thing was the spike on top of the fence, it entered his arm just below the bicep and exited at his wrist tearing most of his forearm off.
As this was pre-mobile phone days we had to run nearest house for help.
When Chris got to hospital he had lost 6 pints of blood. The doctors managed to save him but it was a close call.

We didn't take the shortcut again.
( Terry Oblong There's nobody here but us chickens on, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 19:44, 4 replies)

"You can swallow a pint of blood before you get sick. "
Where's that quote from? - DON'T USE GOOGLE!
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 19:35, 6 replies)

The hero known as 'KNIFEY'.
When I was a wild child, unlike the domesticated dinosaur I am now, I went cruising for a chick. Anyway, I found one who looked exactly like Traci Lords! She wanted to see my ‘pocket rocket’ and directed me to where I hoped was her pad for some wild scrabble playing (NO DICTIONARY WHOAH!).

I must admit I was surprised to find myself in a kind of meat locker warehouse and I started to protest but then my ears pricked up at the driving sounds of bass. Traci grabbed my hand and took me into a giant night club! It was great. Lots of hip and happening people like me were dancing and raving. The music was great! There I was dancing away, doing my best dance, the one where I kind of shuffle backwards and side to side whilst simultaneously waving my arms in the air. I caught sight of Traci and she was snogging a woman! Oh yeah, dude, that was so hot (TRIPLE LETTER SCORE).

Then the sprinkler malfunctioned coincidentally at the climax of the song (which I must admit, had started to get repetitive) and lots of rusty water came sprinkling out! This didn’t please my new pals and they started to get really mean and kick me and stuff.

I wanted to escape but then out of nowhere this black dude shows up. WOW CAN HE KICK! He beat them all up and even stuck something into Traci Lords that made her go all melty.

So the party kind of finished and it wasn’t as good as I thought it could be.

So then I went for a McDonalds.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 19:33, 2 replies)

A few words on blood and a rubbish story.
Blood is a unique and complicated liquid. The coppery taste and feel, the texture, which is completely unlike any other substance, the bright red slickness of steaming fresh arterial blood, or the rich veiny maroon sluggishness of the de-oxygenated.

Or its strained cousin, blood plasma. The oh so sticky grain to it, the clear straw-coloured goodness which is the basis of so many medical procedures. Some unnecessary.

Then there is the blood which is squeezed out of a fresh heart with your fist, already clotting and hardening, tacky to the touch, and chewy in your mouth.

A hardened ripe tumour, bursting with malignancy.

So anyway, a story about blood. Bloooooooood.

So there I was, eating a raisin and oatmeal cookie at my desk in work, when I hear a blood curdling scream.

Turns out it didn’t.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 19:21, Reply)

Blood is closely connected...
...to my obsession. Vampires.

That in mind, I make no apologies for the grossness/length of the following stories I have been in/witnessed. It seems I am somewhat desperate to see my insides more than my outsides, but here goes.

I suffer from PCOS (look it up) one of the symptoms are really *really* REALLY heavy periods. I used to go through a two pack of always in a day! I got taken home from school after a little *accident* after asking my business studies teacher if I could go to the toilet for the 4th time that lesson.

I was on holiday with the school in France. My friend and I were taking the piss out of the French on some park bench watching people walk their dogs, jogging, rollarblading etc. Suddenly some woman comes hurtling down a slight hill on rollarblades before tripping up and headbutting the curb. A huge crack ensued followed by the womans nose gushing the red stuff and her saying 'kleenex?' to anyone. Our teacher turned up with literally an arm full of tissues.

In home-ec we had a teacher called Hitler, she really was a bitch. I was cutting a pepper for something and instead of doing the logical thing and using a spoon to scoop out the seeds, I used a knife and cut my left index finger to the bone. I didn't notice until I turned to my friend and asked 'do peppers have juice?' she shook her head and I put two and two together after I got a splattering of blood over my face. I was instructed to cover it (with a tea towel) and got sent outside. Where I was ridiculed by the tough kids from the school next door. Gutted.

A couple of years ago I was at a gig with an ex, I know he reads this so I'll not diss him. We were stood at the barrier watching a really heavy band. About 2 songs in the croud surfers started coming over, some guy, standing in front of the barrier shoved his crotch in my face to grab one from behind, however, said crowd surfer fell, ass first on top of me. Smashing my head into the barrier just underneath my nose. The pain made me convinced my head had exploded, which it promptly did, with blood. I was gushing from my nose and the cuts in my lips, I was dragged over the barrier only after I had made a puddle. I spent the rest of the gig alone, gushing blood and dithering in the med bay. My ex had decided to stay in his place instead of coming with me.

There are more, I took a chunk of skin off my ankle shaving my legs and didn't notice until my friend pointed it out. We stemmed the flow with a towel and phone cord. I saved a friend's sister from certain death when she cut her wrists to ribbons.

Oh, and swallowing too much blood, weather it's you're own or someone elses makes you very sick. So don't do it children.
(vampyre_gem has been dead since, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 19:19, Reply)

It was awful
Man I will never forget this.


A few years ago I went to go and pick up my girlfriend who was finishing one of her shifts when she was a house officer in the A&E of our local university hospital. We were going to go quickly home, where she was gonna have a shower, then we were going straight out to dinner. We were walking out the doors when pandemonium hit and about 4 ambulances came wailing in with about 6 or 7 people being wheeled into the casualty.

Turns out there had been some gang fight or something after a football match and they had all been using broken bottles and stanley knives. I was pushed to one side while my girlfriend raced over to start treating people. As they didn’t have enough room in the treatment rooms, people where being treated and stabilised in the corridors and the curtained off examining rooms. Now I am more than a little squeamish when it comes to blood but I couldn’t believe the carnage I saw.

There was blood everywhere – it was like a charnel house. There was the unmistakeable meaty coppery tang reeking the place out. I saw one poor bloke have a tourniquet taken off his thigh and the steaming blood hit the fucking ceiling before they did something to it to make it stop.

The floor was red and doctors and nurses were skidding around on it. I have never seen a clearer or more realistic vision of hell more realistic since. It was like an abattoir.

My girlfriend came tearing over and asked me to sit with some guy who had been stabilised. I didn’t know this if this was normal or not so I just sat down next to this skinhead. He was deathly pale, and his skin looked chalk coloured with clear wax melted on and set.

He was muttering about something which I have no idea about but was struggling to get something out of his pocket. His wallet hit the floor with a pregnant squelch. I picked it up to give it back to him but it fell open in my hand to a picture of a beautiful wife and 2 young boys. He looked at me pleadingly and muttered something which I didn’t catch.

I don’t know but why would someone with so much to lose get involved with petty gang stuff? I tucked his wallet into his thankfully un-bloodied shirt pocket.

It all got sorted and my girlfriend came to get me to go. She enquired if I wanted some Turkish buffet for dinner. Turkish buffet!?! Fucking hell I couldn’t eat for 2 days!
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 19:18, 2 replies)