I broke two toes playing football
and my friends were like, "No you didn't" and I believed 'em and sat there for a while before my dad came to pick me up. During this time a bloke who came to watch the game said he knew some massage thingy wanted to see if it was broken and I sat through the agony of him pulling on my toes (I think it is what medieval torture feels like, yes). After i reach the hospital they take the X-Ray and the nurse tells me I broke two toes (not a hairline fracture but completely without exposed bones) after which they take me upstairs to fix me up.

The doctor gets a huge needle and injects anesthetic into my foot. Literally pumped it in and as if that wasn't enough, the bastard left the needle in my leg to refill the syringe. After it was numbed they covered my face and began to do something or the other to my foot. I fell asleep outta boredom (not anesthetic, mind) and when I woke up I see this cute nurse with awesome breasts bending over my right foot (the one which was injured) while she was standing on my left.

She hadn't noticed I was awake. So how do I let her know? I lift my left leg. Nurse: "Oh". Ah, the softness. It's been a long while since this but I still haven't forgotten.

Size? Definitely a D if not bigger.
(Archeleus hates cabbage, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 13:04, Reply)