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Bluffboy says: My mate cheated death and burned his eyebrows off looking down the barrel of a potato gun. Tell us about your brushes with the Grim Reaper through stupidity.
( , Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:01)
Bluffboy says: My mate cheated death and burned his eyebrows off looking down the barrel of a potato gun. Tell us about your brushes with the Grim Reaper through stupidity.
( , Thu 12 Feb 2009, 20:01)
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Only really cheated death the once
I was about 8-9 at the time and me and a friend went "out to play" (those were the days, we didn't have the parental fear of being kidnapped and being buggered up the ass looming over every street corner like we do nowadays). Across the road from my house was a gradual embankment that led to a forest. In the summer it was not uncommon for us to take the BMX's over through the forest and spend a few hours there, great times :p
This particular day me 'n' said friend wonder down to a stream which was about 50 yards from the house. We cross it and spy an old tree leaning next to a barbed wire fence. Me friend starts egging me on "Go on, bet ya can't climb that!" Like a little twat I accepted the bet, and the climb was on.
I did quite well actually, got most of the way up this 10-15 foot tree (it was quite dinky but hey, I was 8). That was until the branch I was standing on snapped, and I fell to the ground. Luckily for me though, there was some barbed wire sticking out to catch me by the throat, otherwise I could've hurt myself.
I ran back to me house, holding my throat as blood pissed out of it and screaming my head off. Me mum comes outside, almost fills her kegs and gets me bundled into a car upto the nearest hospital. A few stitches later and all was ok.
Turns out, about a centimetre either way and it was artery time at the Jeccy neck party. Would've bled to death in a few minutes. Oh well. 2/3 weeks later I was back climbing trees again (I'm dull as fuck at times).
EDIT; post now with "Anti Moan Spaces" :D
( , Fri 13 Feb 2009, 11:31, Reply)
I was about 8-9 at the time and me and a friend went "out to play" (those were the days, we didn't have the parental fear of being kidnapped and being buggered up the ass looming over every street corner like we do nowadays). Across the road from my house was a gradual embankment that led to a forest. In the summer it was not uncommon for us to take the BMX's over through the forest and spend a few hours there, great times :p
This particular day me 'n' said friend wonder down to a stream which was about 50 yards from the house. We cross it and spy an old tree leaning next to a barbed wire fence. Me friend starts egging me on "Go on, bet ya can't climb that!" Like a little twat I accepted the bet, and the climb was on.
I did quite well actually, got most of the way up this 10-15 foot tree (it was quite dinky but hey, I was 8). That was until the branch I was standing on snapped, and I fell to the ground. Luckily for me though, there was some barbed wire sticking out to catch me by the throat, otherwise I could've hurt myself.
I ran back to me house, holding my throat as blood pissed out of it and screaming my head off. Me mum comes outside, almost fills her kegs and gets me bundled into a car upto the nearest hospital. A few stitches later and all was ok.
Turns out, about a centimetre either way and it was artery time at the Jeccy neck party. Would've bled to death in a few minutes. Oh well. 2/3 weeks later I was back climbing trees again (I'm dull as fuck at times).
EDIT; post now with "Anti Moan Spaces" :D
( , Fri 13 Feb 2009, 11:31, Reply)
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