Blood
Like a scene from The Exorcist, I once spewed a stomach-full of blood all over a charming nurse as I came round after a major dental operation. Tell us your tales of red, red horror.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:39)
Like a scene from The Exorcist, I once spewed a stomach-full of blood all over a charming nurse as I came round after a major dental operation. Tell us your tales of red, red horror.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:39)
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Back in the days of yore at school, we wrote with fountain pens that had little ink cartridge refills. I used to cut them open when I was finished with them, remove the little ball inside, and stick them into the body of my pen (where there's room for a spare cartridge) so that they rattled annoyingly.
One History lesson aged about 11, I was bored out of my skull. We had been learning about the Bayer tapestry for the millionth consecutive lesson with the dullest woman to have ever walked the earth. It was double History, and I thought my brain would explode if I had to sit there any longer. I had also just finished an ink cartridge.
I started to cut it open, then a brainwave occurred. If I also cut my finger badly enough, then I will be able to go to the nurse and skip the lesson! (Start of a running theme here)
So I did. Rather too well. I not only removed a mahoosive amount of flesh, I also partially severed the tendon. Blood pissed everywhere, over my desk, over the floor as I walked up to the teacher to explain why I couldn't possibly continue with the lesson, and all the way down the corridor as I made my way to the nurse.
Length- two hours of blissful avoidance.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:39, 6 replies)
Back in the days of yore at school, we wrote with fountain pens that had little ink cartridge refills. I used to cut them open when I was finished with them, remove the little ball inside, and stick them into the body of my pen (where there's room for a spare cartridge) so that they rattled annoyingly.
One History lesson aged about 11, I was bored out of my skull. We had been learning about the Bayer tapestry for the millionth consecutive lesson with the dullest woman to have ever walked the earth. It was double History, and I thought my brain would explode if I had to sit there any longer. I had also just finished an ink cartridge.
I started to cut it open, then a brainwave occurred. If I also cut my finger badly enough, then I will be able to go to the nurse and skip the lesson! (Start of a running theme here)
So I did. Rather too well. I not only removed a mahoosive amount of flesh, I also partially severed the tendon. Blood pissed everywhere, over my desk, over the floor as I walked up to the teacher to explain why I couldn't possibly continue with the lesson, and all the way down the corridor as I made my way to the nurse.
Length- two hours of blissful avoidance.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:39, 6 replies)
Ahh..
... finally, another person who used to collect the little ball things in ink-cartridges, store them in the pen and play with them in lessons :) I never got more than about 6 at any one time as I would invariably lose one or two each time I messed around with them.
As for the hand cutting (well done, btw, sounds like an impressive cut) I never did cut my hand open. Got my hand trapped in the desk once to get out of RE though.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:52, closed)
... finally, another person who used to collect the little ball things in ink-cartridges, store them in the pen and play with them in lessons :) I never got more than about 6 at any one time as I would invariably lose one or two each time I messed around with them.
As for the hand cutting (well done, btw, sounds like an impressive cut) I never did cut my hand open. Got my hand trapped in the desk once to get out of RE though.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:52, closed)
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I did EXACTLY the same in geography once. still have a little scar to show for it... And I found my collection of ink cartridge pearls recently, no idea what I'd kept them for.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 21:45, closed)
I did EXACTLY the same in geography once. still have a little scar to show for it... And I found my collection of ink cartridge pearls recently, no idea what I'd kept them for.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 21:45, closed)
We used to keep cartridge balls too.
Except I used to keep them inside the cartridge and gather them all in a tin till I cut them all out. Then invariably some twunt would nick them.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 22:54, closed)
Except I used to keep them inside the cartridge and gather them all in a tin till I cut them all out. Then invariably some twunt would nick them.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 22:54, closed)
The Bayer Tapestry
Makes me think of an embroidered plane crashing in Munich crushing Matt Busby's dreams of European greatness.
( , Fri 8 Aug 2008, 11:03, closed)
Makes me think of an embroidered plane crashing in Munich crushing Matt Busby's dreams of European greatness.
( , Fri 8 Aug 2008, 11:03, closed)
christ marley
shudder to think what you might have lopped off if it was maths
NOTE Nermercia its math's' short for mathematic's' - no one studies 'mathematic' - actually maybe the one thing at a time approach would be preferable for you lot
one potatoe, two potatoe (sic)
( , Sun 10 Aug 2008, 13:59, closed)
shudder to think what you might have lopped off if it was maths
NOTE Nermercia its math's' short for mathematic's' - no one studies 'mathematic' - actually maybe the one thing at a time approach would be preferable for you lot
one potatoe, two potatoe (sic)
( , Sun 10 Aug 2008, 13:59, closed)
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