Missing body parts
Now there are some bits of your body you don't mind losing - my dad's just got rid of a kidney stone, my own tonsils once tried to asphyxiate me, and nobody wants warts.
Other bits are more useful - a family friend recently lost an arm... which would be OK if his job wasn't managing dis-armament talks.
What have you lost, and where did you leave it?
( , Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:22)
Now there are some bits of your body you don't mind losing - my dad's just got rid of a kidney stone, my own tonsils once tried to asphyxiate me, and nobody wants warts.
Other bits are more useful - a family friend recently lost an arm... which would be OK if his job wasn't managing dis-armament talks.
What have you lost, and where did you leave it?
( , Thu 1 Jun 2006, 18:22)
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I lost my finger....
Well, i lost some of it. I was about seven years old and had my lovely yellow Raleigh Boxer turned upside down. I was, as was the craze in my street at the time, bending the mudgard onto the wheel, and then turning the pedals to make it sound like a motorbike - brum brum.
Anyway, next thing i know, my finger is stuck right inside the bike chain (i was told later - i was tickled by a girl - although i have no idea if this was true) I had to slowly unwind the chain to get my finger out - which was hanging by a thread. Cue all my mates running over to the house and banging on the door making absolutely no sense, as i calmly strolled over and proclaimed "Dad, I've cut my finger off"
Cue a rush to the hopsital, where they reattached my finger. For the next six months, my schooldays consisted of going in, sitting in the library and reading books. Great stuff. I used to love my reading. Took years for my handwriting to recover though.
(2nd time lasted a lot longer than the first)
( , Wed 7 Jun 2006, 7:11, Reply)
Well, i lost some of it. I was about seven years old and had my lovely yellow Raleigh Boxer turned upside down. I was, as was the craze in my street at the time, bending the mudgard onto the wheel, and then turning the pedals to make it sound like a motorbike - brum brum.
Anyway, next thing i know, my finger is stuck right inside the bike chain (i was told later - i was tickled by a girl - although i have no idea if this was true) I had to slowly unwind the chain to get my finger out - which was hanging by a thread. Cue all my mates running over to the house and banging on the door making absolutely no sense, as i calmly strolled over and proclaimed "Dad, I've cut my finger off"
Cue a rush to the hopsital, where they reattached my finger. For the next six months, my schooldays consisted of going in, sitting in the library and reading books. Great stuff. I used to love my reading. Took years for my handwriting to recover though.
(2nd time lasted a lot longer than the first)
( , Wed 7 Jun 2006, 7:11, Reply)
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