Look! It's me in the Local PaperMost local papers will print any old rubbish. Far, far too many years ago I got into the Windsor, Slough and Eton Express after winning a fancy-dressed-bicycle competition. What they neglected to mention was that I was the only entrant.
What sad stuff have you been in your local rag for doing? Scan stuff in and show us if you can.
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chthonic, Thu 10 Feb 2005, 10:15)
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Fishing Lures in my ArseI was in a fishing tournament with a friend of mine and while changing lures..threw the previous lure on the seat. Not thinking, I sat down..and the lure ended up embedded in my right arse cheek.
Not wanting to lose the tournament (as we were catching many fish), my friend dropped me off at shore and I painfully walked to my car..and drove myself (sitting on one arse cheek) to the local emergency room.
They took the lure out of my arse..put in stiches..and handed me back my expensive lure.
While walking back to my car..I ran into a friend visiting a family member. We laughed about my little "incident" as we walked to my car and I threw the lure onto my car seat. We continued to chat for a bit..and as I got into my car..I sat on the lure yet again...and it embedded itself into my other arse cheek.
As I limped back into the emergency room, my friend was laughing so hard he could barely contain himself..yet he had the energy to run to his car, grab his camera and took a picture of me limping back to the emergency room... fishhead lure hanging our of my arse..and posted it in the local paper!!
(, Sun 13 Feb 2005, 7:28, Reply)
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