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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I Take People With Me...
A few weeks ago at a Friday work function I fell backwards off a barstool, knocking myself out. No memory of anything after. I was concussed and unable to coordinate myself. Luckily there were only a few of us left, and they decided I needed to be home. Up the escalator we went, with 2 lads holding me up. They let go, I fell on one of them, who fell on the other and we landed on another girl in a heap at the bottom....Someone ran over to us and turned off the escalator as we were being grated.
I spent the weekend not clear on how my injuries were sustained. Horrible feeling. Total beer-fear. Monday - you can imagine the tales. Ugh awful awful. Nice stripey escalator scars on my back though.
( , Sat 4 Sep 2004, 15:18, Reply)
A few weeks ago at a Friday work function I fell backwards off a barstool, knocking myself out. No memory of anything after. I was concussed and unable to coordinate myself. Luckily there were only a few of us left, and they decided I needed to be home. Up the escalator we went, with 2 lads holding me up. They let go, I fell on one of them, who fell on the other and we landed on another girl in a heap at the bottom....Someone ran over to us and turned off the escalator as we were being grated.
I spent the weekend not clear on how my injuries were sustained. Horrible feeling. Total beer-fear. Monday - you can imagine the tales. Ugh awful awful. Nice stripey escalator scars on my back though.
( , Sat 4 Sep 2004, 15:18, Reply)
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