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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a couple that spring to mind...
1) 10 years old on my BMX, spot a MASSIVE ramp that some kids have built in the park. Peddle hard as I can towards it, take off and soar gracefully through the air. At which point, having never done such a thing before, I crap myself (not literally but almost)and in panic squeeze hard on the brakes whilst still in mid-air. So guess what happens when I land back on the tarmac? Shredded my arms, hands and legs quite nicely.
2) About 6 years old in the back garden on a hot summer afternoon, I've rigged up my garden slide to my paddling pool to create my very own exciting 'water park' ride. I give it a couple of runs, but too much friction on the slide and not enough speed obtained for dramatic entry into water. So I mix up a water and washing-up liquid solution and pour it down the plastic slide. Try again. This time I whizz down the slide so fast that I fly straight over the top of the paddling pool and go skidding across the bone-dry grass (scorched from a rare heatwave) on my naked back. Goodbye all skin on back.
( , Tue 7 Sep 2004, 12:55, Reply)
1) 10 years old on my BMX, spot a MASSIVE ramp that some kids have built in the park. Peddle hard as I can towards it, take off and soar gracefully through the air. At which point, having never done such a thing before, I crap myself (not literally but almost)and in panic squeeze hard on the brakes whilst still in mid-air. So guess what happens when I land back on the tarmac? Shredded my arms, hands and legs quite nicely.
2) About 6 years old in the back garden on a hot summer afternoon, I've rigged up my garden slide to my paddling pool to create my very own exciting 'water park' ride. I give it a couple of runs, but too much friction on the slide and not enough speed obtained for dramatic entry into water. So I mix up a water and washing-up liquid solution and pour it down the plastic slide. Try again. This time I whizz down the slide so fast that I fly straight over the top of the paddling pool and go skidding across the bone-dry grass (scorched from a rare heatwave) on my naked back. Goodbye all skin on back.
( , Tue 7 Sep 2004, 12:55, Reply)
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