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 wrist breakage.....
I got home from a night out on the town, I was needless to say absolutely twated by this point. I had managed to get myslef into bed and was partaking in the obligatory drunken playstation session when I thought it would be a great idea to go and buy some ciggies(I live about a mile from anywhere btw). So I hauled my ass out of bed got dressed and walked out of my bedroom, only to stumble accross my laundry basket.....
The right hand went out to try and catch my fall, but in my drunkeness I forgot that my arm actually bent at the elbow and proceded to break wrist. At this point I just thought I had sprained it, so off I trotted to the local 24hr garage (over a mile away). Got to the "24 hr" garage and the fucking place was closed. I got out of bed for no bloody reason, didn't have any fags and a chuffin broken wrist.
arse holes and piss flaps.......
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 10:24, Reply)
I got home from a night out on the town, I was needless to say absolutely twated by this point. I had managed to get myslef into bed and was partaking in the obligatory drunken playstation session when I thought it would be a great idea to go and buy some ciggies(I live about a mile from anywhere btw). So I hauled my ass out of bed got dressed and walked out of my bedroom, only to stumble accross my laundry basket.....
The right hand went out to try and catch my fall, but in my drunkeness I forgot that my arm actually bent at the elbow and proceded to break wrist. At this point I just thought I had sprained it, so off I trotted to the local 24hr garage (over a mile away). Got to the "24 hr" garage and the fucking place was closed. I got out of bed for no bloody reason, didn't have any fags and a chuffin broken wrist.
arse holes and piss flaps.......
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 10:24, Reply)
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