Embarrassing InjuriesSometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
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rob, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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Well, it was quite a while ago now....When I was probably about 6-7, my mate Sam and I would try to barge into eachother, repeatedly, every playtime. Keep in mind, that our school's exterior walls were wooden.
One day, we start playing it close to the walls, the inevitable happens. I've got a giant splinter in my arse. Not a tiny little thing, no. At least an inch wide and an inch long.
Cue desperately trying to cover up this fact, I manage to carry on until the end of school before finally admitting said incident to my mum and going round the local doctor's surgery to have said splinter removed from my arse cheek.
Yikes.
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ArthurTheRat, Thu 2 Sep 2004, 16:18,
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