Accessory Anus
As a first year medical student, I lived in halls with a bunch of guys who would regularly come to my very small room to play tekken 3. There were often up to 8 of us in a room the size of a broom cupboard and it could get pretty rowdy.
At the end of term I was trying to clear up my room whilst there were a few guys in my room on the playstation. I had chucked a bunch of stuff on my bed which had then been pushed into a pile by the others. My turn to take the controller came round and seeing the pile of stuff on my bed was the only clear seat, I leapt on top of it. I stood back up very quickly and shrieked. My friends watched as a large bright red spot appeared on my shorts and began to spread rapidly.
I had sat down on my dissection kit and the blade, which had 2 days before been inside a dead bloke and was still covered in bits of formaldehyde-preserved tissue, entered my right buttock, 6inches away from my arsehole. My only choice was to put a couple of sutures in to stop it bleeding. I did this myself in front of the barroom mirror. It fucking hurt.
In the union that evening I had at least 150 slaps on the arse and spent the whole night answering questions like 'is your arse still bleeding?' and 'can you shit out the second hole then?'. How kind of my friends to keep that embarrassing injury quiet.
( MrUppity, Fri 21 Jan 2011, 17:06, Reply)