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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Drunken paranoia
Drunk on the swings just before my 18th birthday with a load of mates.
I decided to go for a walk to sober up a bit, on on my walk I see some people walking the other way and decide that they're out to mug me, don't ask me why beer paranoia I guess...
So to their surprise, I run shouting away from them. In the dark I can see some iron railings ahead and decide if I summersult over them the "muggers" will think I'm "really hard" and not attempt to mug me...
So I plant hands firmly on the top of the railings, jump, bring my legs round start to turn over the bar, suddenly realise that the railings go beneath the bar and at that point things go blank...
When I later found my friends I was covered in blood and mud and was mumbling about being mugged. Eventually they piece together my ramblings enough to figure out what happened and spend the rest of the evening laughing at me.
I still have a scar just between my eyes...
I make no appologies for length ever.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 22:46, Reply)
Drunk on the swings just before my 18th birthday with a load of mates.
I decided to go for a walk to sober up a bit, on on my walk I see some people walking the other way and decide that they're out to mug me, don't ask me why beer paranoia I guess...
So to their surprise, I run shouting away from them. In the dark I can see some iron railings ahead and decide if I summersult over them the "muggers" will think I'm "really hard" and not attempt to mug me...
So I plant hands firmly on the top of the railings, jump, bring my legs round start to turn over the bar, suddenly realise that the railings go beneath the bar and at that point things go blank...
When I later found my friends I was covered in blood and mud and was mumbling about being mugged. Eventually they piece together my ramblings enough to figure out what happened and spend the rest of the evening laughing at me.
I still have a scar just between my eyes...
I make no appologies for length ever.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 22:46, Reply)
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