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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Not my injury, but my fault.
I was about three years old, cutting something out from that blue crepe paper they give to you to make things with. My dad came over to me and asked me what I was doing, from behind, and took me by surprise I suppose. As I turned to show him I somehow manged to get him straight in the right eye with the scissors I was holding in my hand. He had to go to eye hospital for a couple of months. It wasn't really very funny at the time, and still isn't now.
( , Sun 5 Sep 2004, 15:45, Reply)
I was about three years old, cutting something out from that blue crepe paper they give to you to make things with. My dad came over to me and asked me what I was doing, from behind, and took me by surprise I suppose. As I turned to show him I somehow manged to get him straight in the right eye with the scissors I was holding in my hand. He had to go to eye hospital for a couple of months. It wasn't really very funny at the time, and still isn't now.
( , Sun 5 Sep 2004, 15:45, Reply)
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