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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First of many...
because my brother and I used to fight like weasels when smaller.
My brother is 7 years older than me. When I was 8, he was 15. He was also not above belting his younger sister when she was being an annoying little beast (as I frequently was).
One day, the following exchange took place between us:
SisterBobFossil: "Oi! BrotherBobFossil!" *kicks in BBF in shins*
BBF: "Arghyoulittlehorror!" *Smacks round head*
SBF: "Meanie!" *punches BBF in stomach*
BBF: "Arghyoulittlebloodyshit!" *Pushes SBF to ground, kneels on her stomach and starts pulling her hair*
SBF: "Owowowowowstopitpleasegodthere'somethingwrongwithmykneegetoffgetoffgetoff!"
BBF: *finally realises something really is wrong and gets off*
SBF: *knee spurting blood*. *spurt spurt spurt*
SiblingsBobFossil: "Shit".
The prong from his belt had come loose, stuck into my knee, and gouged a huge chuck out of the skin covering my kneecap, so it was flapping loose and bleeding everywhere. Cue a panicked trip to casualty with my mother. The first of many; I'm a clumsy, clumsy person.
We get on really well now, you'll be pleased to hear. It just took a few years of him strangling me, cracking my skull with a paving slab, and twatting me in the face with a coil of hose. To be fair though, I was a horrible little child, and deserved most of what I got.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:43, 1 reply)
because my brother and I used to fight like weasels when smaller.
My brother is 7 years older than me. When I was 8, he was 15. He was also not above belting his younger sister when she was being an annoying little beast (as I frequently was).
One day, the following exchange took place between us:
SisterBobFossil: "Oi! BrotherBobFossil!" *kicks in BBF in shins*
BBF: "Arghyoulittlehorror!" *Smacks round head*
SBF: "Meanie!" *punches BBF in stomach*
BBF: "Arghyoulittlebloodyshit!" *Pushes SBF to ground, kneels on her stomach and starts pulling her hair*
SBF: "Owowowowowstopitpleasegodthere'somethingwrongwithmykneegetoffgetoffgetoff!"
BBF: *finally realises something really is wrong and gets off*
SBF: *knee spurting blood*. *spurt spurt spurt*
SiblingsBobFossil: "Shit".
The prong from his belt had come loose, stuck into my knee, and gouged a huge chuck out of the skin covering my kneecap, so it was flapping loose and bleeding everywhere. Cue a panicked trip to casualty with my mother. The first of many; I'm a clumsy, clumsy person.
We get on really well now, you'll be pleased to hear. It just took a few years of him strangling me, cracking my skull with a paving slab, and twatting me in the face with a coil of hose. To be fair though, I was a horrible little child, and deserved most of what I got.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:43, 1 reply)
*because my brother and I used to fight like weasels*
Ahhhh weasel analogies - love it!
*clicky*
( , Wed 13 Aug 2008, 13:06, closed)
Ahhhh weasel analogies - love it!
*clicky*
( , Wed 13 Aug 2008, 13:06, closed)
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