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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£50 bet
One night a couple of years ago, I was getting quite drunk at my friends place (as was our custom).
His sister decides to prove a point, and whips out a £50 note from her wallet - how she came across this money I would add, is quite unknown - she then proceeds to tell me that if I wrap the money around my arm and put a lighter on it, my arm will burn before the paper. If she was wrong, and the £50 really did burn, then I could have it.
I was too drunk to realise that a burnt £50 note was completely useless, so I took her up on the bet, and I was going to do everything in my power to win that money.
I put all my willpower into ignoring the pain from the lighter as it slowly barbequeued my arm. I ground my teeth, made manly grunting sounds, and prayed for the first time in my life that money would burn.
Unfortunately, the money did not burn. Even more unfortunately, my arm did. I lasted about a minute, and all I had to show for my endurance was a rather large blister on my arm that adamently refused to dissapear for a good few months. I still have a small scar on my arm a goor 4 years later.
She also reminds me if every time I see her.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 16:57, Reply)
One night a couple of years ago, I was getting quite drunk at my friends place (as was our custom).
His sister decides to prove a point, and whips out a £50 note from her wallet - how she came across this money I would add, is quite unknown - she then proceeds to tell me that if I wrap the money around my arm and put a lighter on it, my arm will burn before the paper. If she was wrong, and the £50 really did burn, then I could have it.
I was too drunk to realise that a burnt £50 note was completely useless, so I took her up on the bet, and I was going to do everything in my power to win that money.
I put all my willpower into ignoring the pain from the lighter as it slowly barbequeued my arm. I ground my teeth, made manly grunting sounds, and prayed for the first time in my life that money would burn.
Unfortunately, the money did not burn. Even more unfortunately, my arm did. I lasted about a minute, and all I had to show for my endurance was a rather large blister on my arm that adamently refused to dissapear for a good few months. I still have a small scar on my arm a goor 4 years later.
She also reminds me if every time I see her.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 16:57, Reply)
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