Embarrassing Injuries
Sometimes 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.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
Sometimes 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.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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Apologies for length.
When I was about 6 I got into a fight with my sister, who is 8 years my senior. When I went to kick her she grabbed my foot and pushed backwards, I fell onto our metal TV stand and cut from the base of my spine to that lump at the bottom of your neck...It makes the best scar!
Around the same age, I used to let the dogs into the garden in the morning, to add a little danger I would see how long I could keep my hand in the path of the sliding door as it closed...It was only a matter of time until I lost a fingernail...but it happened on Christmas Day.
A couple of years later we went camping in France, I was on the swing and some "cool" teenagers came along and swang about with no hands. Of course, being young and impressionable I tried to copy, but ended up flipping over backwards and landing on a rather large piece of flint, which stuck in my back.
Last one. The day after my BCG (immunisation jab) at school 2 years ago, I got into a fight with someone who resorted to using a pencil to attack me. It got me right on the BCG hole and the pencil lead snapped off inside, I pulled it out a couple of months ago, but it's made its' mark.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 22:00, Reply)
When I was about 6 I got into a fight with my sister, who is 8 years my senior. When I went to kick her she grabbed my foot and pushed backwards, I fell onto our metal TV stand and cut from the base of my spine to that lump at the bottom of your neck...It makes the best scar!
Around the same age, I used to let the dogs into the garden in the morning, to add a little danger I would see how long I could keep my hand in the path of the sliding door as it closed...It was only a matter of time until I lost a fingernail...but it happened on Christmas Day.
A couple of years later we went camping in France, I was on the swing and some "cool" teenagers came along and swang about with no hands. Of course, being young and impressionable I tried to copy, but ended up flipping over backwards and landing on a rather large piece of flint, which stuck in my back.
Last one. The day after my BCG (immunisation jab) at school 2 years ago, I got into a fight with someone who resorted to using a pencil to attack me. It got me right on the BCG hole and the pencil lead snapped off inside, I pulled it out a couple of months ago, but it's made its' mark.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 22:00, Reply)
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