a "My Mate" story
My Mate Gary...

When he was a teenager he was once at this party (of many parties ofc) and he was showing off his Combat Knife from the TA. Gary shows off this knife by using it to open bottles of champagne. Throughout most the evening he opens the bottles the correct way, knife facing away from him but, as the night progressed, he made a little mistake....
He opened a bottle of chanpange with the knife facing him. He managed to make a hefty slice into his arm which preceeded to pump out the old life juice.
Arm gots wrapped in alot of towels before the blood stopped soaking through and he was rushed off to A&E by the one driver at the party.
They run up to the desk. "Quick quick! my friends cut himself really badly!"
"Fill in the form, sit down and wait. blah blah blah"
"No look, it's really bad!"
Cue Gary tearing off the towels. Blood spouting onto the receptionists keyboard and the receptionist screaming "we got a bleeder" into the the PA mic.
Gary got very fast treatment and was fine apart from a large scar he carries to this day.
( Crap Little Monkey Deathstar, so good they built it twice, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 0:46, 1 reply)

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just for " we got a bleeder "
(roadkillontoast, Fri 8 Aug 2008, 21:28, closed)