Body Mods
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
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Way too much trouble to ever, ever go to again.
I was fourteen, you know. Everybody was doing it. The girls whose parents had pierced their ears when they were four and thus didn't remember the pain were all smiling knowingly.
So off I went to the chemist. Free pair of earrings with piercing, yay! Only not so yay when they swelled up like a bitch.
And I don't just mean your everyday bitchy swelling, my ears swelled up so much they TWISTED the earrings out of shape so they got stuck, and I had to get them surgically removed.
That, it may interest you to know, was also my very first trip to the hospital. But I'll save the bit about lying on a table without anaesthetic while some bastard of a doctor worked twisted pieces of metal out of my earlobes for the "hospital experiences" QotW.
PS: They let me keep the mangled remains. ...of my earrings, sadists! In a little plastic jar of the kind you normally associate with urine tests. I still have them somewhere.
( , Fri 1 Dec 2006, 10:02, Reply)
I was fourteen, you know. Everybody was doing it. The girls whose parents had pierced their ears when they were four and thus didn't remember the pain were all smiling knowingly.
So off I went to the chemist. Free pair of earrings with piercing, yay! Only not so yay when they swelled up like a bitch.
And I don't just mean your everyday bitchy swelling, my ears swelled up so much they TWISTED the earrings out of shape so they got stuck, and I had to get them surgically removed.
That, it may interest you to know, was also my very first trip to the hospital. But I'll save the bit about lying on a table without anaesthetic while some bastard of a doctor worked twisted pieces of metal out of my earlobes for the "hospital experiences" QotW.
PS: They let me keep the mangled remains. ...of my earrings, sadists! In a little plastic jar of the kind you normally associate with urine tests. I still have them somewhere.
( , Fri 1 Dec 2006, 10:02, Reply)
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