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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Brick tastic
To thi sday I usually edit the situation to say 'Football' instead of 'Cherry Blossom' becuase I'm not gay or 'owt, but when about 6 I decided that I wanted to get some cherry blossom down from a tree in the garden;- the tree was tall and I was small and the ladder was no-where to be seen, so I decided to 'knock' the blossom down from the tree using a missile; what should be close to hand but a pile of house bricks.... I picked one up with my puny child-like might and realised that abrick is very heavy indeed, so needed to get the best position to throw the brick up into the tree.
Adopting a 'tossing the caber' two'handed sling at knee-height, I threw the brick stright up into the air.
and it came straight back down.
Turning my head to avoid the full fury of the blow, it caught me on the back of the head.
My mum asserts to this day that I used to be left-handed before that incident. Ever since, I'm not, and I have crap handwriting.... (thinks...)
( , Tue 7 Sep 2004, 20:25, Reply)
To thi sday I usually edit the situation to say 'Football' instead of 'Cherry Blossom' becuase I'm not gay or 'owt, but when about 6 I decided that I wanted to get some cherry blossom down from a tree in the garden;- the tree was tall and I was small and the ladder was no-where to be seen, so I decided to 'knock' the blossom down from the tree using a missile; what should be close to hand but a pile of house bricks.... I picked one up with my puny child-like might and realised that abrick is very heavy indeed, so needed to get the best position to throw the brick up into the tree.
Adopting a 'tossing the caber' two'handed sling at knee-height, I threw the brick stright up into the air.
and it came straight back down.
Turning my head to avoid the full fury of the blow, it caught me on the back of the head.
My mum asserts to this day that I used to be left-handed before that incident. Ever since, I'm not, and I have crap handwriting.... (thinks...)
( , Tue 7 Sep 2004, 20:25, Reply)
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