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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story told to me by uni friend, who shared a flat with barking fine art student (though a lovely bloke).
One night he was woken by a knock on his bedroom door. Crazy flatmate pops his head in and announces he's just off to A&E. Not much surprise there, frankly (he did once leap out of a second storey window forgetting there was another floor under that, and broke everything in him, pretty much). Next morning the truth is uncovered.
He was drunk, and had a hankering for a burger. He put the meat on the grill, sliced salad and got to the bun to slice it in half, placing his hand on top to steady it.
And proceeded to slice the palm of his hand off. Ow.
Much surgery ensued. Rob Phoenix, if you're out there, I salute you.
p.s. saw that twisty bollocks thing below - will now refrain from David Bowie/Labyrinth/bubble impressions on boyfriends nads. This is a truly useful question of the week.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 15:52, Reply)
story told to me by uni friend, who shared a flat with barking fine art student (though a lovely bloke).
One night he was woken by a knock on his bedroom door. Crazy flatmate pops his head in and announces he's just off to A&E. Not much surprise there, frankly (he did once leap out of a second storey window forgetting there was another floor under that, and broke everything in him, pretty much). Next morning the truth is uncovered.
He was drunk, and had a hankering for a burger. He put the meat on the grill, sliced salad and got to the bun to slice it in half, placing his hand on top to steady it.
And proceeded to slice the palm of his hand off. Ow.
Much surgery ensued. Rob Phoenix, if you're out there, I salute you.
p.s. saw that twisty bollocks thing below - will now refrain from David Bowie/Labyrinth/bubble impressions on boyfriends nads. This is a truly useful question of the week.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 15:52, Reply)
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