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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Never go climbing on a rotten tree
A few months ago, I wasat my great-aunts 80th. A bit boring, so I, with a few of her grand-children start climbing a big tree in her garden and playing 'war' with about any long pointed object we could find.
To stop my self from getting hit with these items, I decided to climb higher up. And no, it didn't collapse under me. An uncle came out, and told us the tree was rotten, ad that we should get down. Instead of my usual jump-onto-nearby-shed-and-slide-down routiune, I decide to climb down the ladder. My foot slips on a large step, and I land on my back, on a large root, with little children all staring at me.
Apoligies for length and rubbishness
( , Sun 5 Sep 2004, 13:21, Reply)
A few months ago, I wasat my great-aunts 80th. A bit boring, so I, with a few of her grand-children start climbing a big tree in her garden and playing 'war' with about any long pointed object we could find.
To stop my self from getting hit with these items, I decided to climb higher up. And no, it didn't collapse under me. An uncle came out, and told us the tree was rotten, ad that we should get down. Instead of my usual jump-onto-nearby-shed-and-slide-down routiune, I decide to climb down the ladder. My foot slips on a large step, and I land on my back, on a large root, with little children all staring at me.
Apoligies for length and rubbishness
( , Sun 5 Sep 2004, 13:21, Reply)
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