Aren't Fun Houses Great?
When i was just an ickle bairn (a small child for all those who aren't from around "here")i went to a local fairground. at this local fairground there was a ride called "the Hawaii trip" which was a fun house ... apparently. in it, there were 2 conveyor belts. the first one was alright as a person who worked their carried small children across so they never hurt themselves, but the secon, much faster moving one was a solo act. to my suprise i made it all the way, but i was just a small, impressionable child being about 7 at the time and i saw the dude who carried me across the first one walk back aloong it, not noticing he kept his feet on the metal part, not on the actual belt. so i stepped back, onto the belt, had my feet ripped from under me and fell flat on my face, slid back to the end and my hand went underneath it.

DAMN did i scream like a bitch. it ripped most of my skin off my hand. i had to go to hospital, then again every week for about a year to get treatment. i now have 3 scars taking up most of the top of my hand.

that was the bestest ride ever.

what? ... throws of passion... erm not quite what i thought about it but never mind.
(Elfroid How Long Have We Had These?, Sun 5 Sep 2004, 22:27, Reply)