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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)
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This is fairly topical...

Some time ago when I was revelling in the excitement of being on a Geography field trip to Lulworth Cove* I came within 10mm of certain painful and bloody death.

You see I was a teenage boy and as I was a teenage boy I was also a nob, and a show off.

We had spent some time sketching strata, pondering the geological reasons for the perfect symmetry of the cove and I now had enough energy to keep up with the Duracell bunny in an Olympic fuck fest.

As is the way with the countryside there was bugger all to do that didn't involve buggery, thus a new game was invited, cunningly entitled "catch the sheep". (For novelty purposes only)

Now sheep may not be the most intelligent creatures on Earth, they definitely put most of their evolutionary efforts into the production of wool rather than brain cells, but the little fuckers are quick.

No matter what we tried we couldn't catch one. i was not going to be defeated by a creature famous for having shit hair and I launched myself into a sprint of terrifying speed.

I sped down the hill after the woolly sprinter, only to find the ground suddenly got rougher and rougher until it was effectively, muddy, uneven steps. (Soil creep in case anyone is interested)

Deep in one of these ruts I plunged my foot tripping myself whilst at full pelt; witnesses say I span a full 360 degrees in the air before landing horribly on a barbed wire fence.

I shook myself off and surveyed the damage, I appeared to be unscathed, but then I looked down at my left wrist which had a thin scratch across it just where one might take a razor blade My Chemical Romance can no longer heal the pain.

Luckily for me I had been holding a thin excise book, which was no lying in two pieces on the floor where the barbed wire had ripped through it as it protected my wrist.

Tip for the day kids, take notes on field trips, they might just save your life.

*http://www.lulworthonline.co.uk/
(, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 15:55, 2 replies)
Good job you weren't
on an improvised sled.

Too soon?
(, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 16:11, closed)
never too soon!
pointless *click*
(, Fri 13 Feb 2009, 16:17, closed)

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