Hit me in my Prince Adam...
I've had my share of razor nicks (learned not to do that anymore!), kicks to the junk, and zipper mishaps, but this one's a legend in the family. My mum still likes to tell this to everyone she knows.

Back when I was 4 or 5, my mum's friend came over with her son. He found my toybox and discovered my collection of He-Man figures, which started getting him hyper, as he was probably the biggest MOTU fan in existence.

Later on I left to go have a piss - being so young, I never locked the bathroom door as it was difficult to unlock. Well, Mr. He-Man wonders where I've dissapeared to, and swings the door open. In his hand is a plastic cone from a baby's ring-stacking toy, which he uses as a sword, screaming out "By the power of Grayskull... I HAVE THE POWER!!!" and sends this big green piece of plastic crashing down on my willy. I was bleeding - the seam in the plastic thing had slashed my knob open. Time to see the doctor.

Thankfully it was only a small scratch and nothing too serious... like say, getting a three inch splinter stuck in the knob, which happened about a year later.
( Hosehead, Sat 15 Jul 2006, 20:22, Reply)