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Some moons ago a younger and significantly hairier Big D was sent downstairs to collect some binbags from the messengers. An easy job, possibilties for harm fairly minimal, or so you'd think.
In short: Got there, spotted bags, thought "Excellent. I shall avail myself of an armful and return in triumph." and bent over to grab them.
Unfortunately I completly failed to notice that said bags were under a window. Which was open.
When I straightened up the top of my head met the bottom of the windowframe. Hard.

Ow. Fuck.

Then I put my hand up to investigate the sore spot and it came away red with my very lifeblood.

Oh Fuck.

I'm quite proud of the way I wandered back to the office, blood trickling down my neck, and calmly announced that I'd had a "bit of a mishap."
Not only was my favourite shirt ruined but I was brushing dried blood out of my hair for about a week afterwards.
Nutting inanimate objects seems to be a family trait come to think of it.
So, erm, if I ever think of a witty punchline I'll edit in later.
(Big D, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 21:07, Reply)