sticking a chisel in my head
When I was a student me and a mate went out stealing road signs one evening. I was trying to hack off the plastic tag of a "Men at work sign" when, after a slight slip, I discovered that the chisel I had been using was now stuck right between my eyes. I pulled my hand away in horror and the chisel remained where it was for a second or two before slipping out and landing in a patch of sand. Within a few more seconds my entire t-shirt was covered in blood.

Before I turned round to face my friend who had been busy with a sign on the opposite sign of the road I calmly explained the situation and told him not to panic. Then I turned round and he went nuts and called for medics to take me to the hospital.

I was very drunk and smiling and not in too much pain. I told the guys in the van that I had a bit of amnesia and couldn't remember how I sustained the injury.

I got to the hospital. There was a fairly cute girl sitting opposite me in casualty. She had a swollen foot resting in a baisn of warm water. I was trying to chat her up, asking her if she liked my scar and did it make me look rugged. She ignored me.

I got home at about 3:30 and my mate already had the sign stuck on the wall in the flat. Just gave it a bit of a tug and it came off he said.

Bastard. I must have softened it up for him.
(batteryoperatedlettuce Soon to be nine b3ta yrs old, Sun 23 Dec 2007, 7:17, 2 replies)

soory, butthe first thing i thought was:
'student? stealing roadsigns? how clichéd!'
( mictoboy shitting in your cunt since, Sun 23 Dec 2007, 14:24, closed)

Yep, I'm with mictoboy on this one.
I'm going to uni next year, and last weeks QOTW made me wonder if I could find a house of young professionals to live with. Those were practicals, not practical jokes. For something to be a joke, it has to be funny.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Sun 23 Dec 2007, 20:32, closed)