I've had me share of broken bones, but nothing to write home about.
(though a herniated disc in my back put them all in the shade, pain-wise. Unremitting agony for 2 weeks solid). Anyway this one is about my brother, who has a job maintaining mountain bike trails in the mountains of British Columbia, his best girl by his side. One day he was out chainsawing a large fir that had fallen across the trail, partialy broken. As he severed it from the stump, the tension in the tree caused it to buck back up, in the blink of an eye ripping open his leg from his calf to his groin, pulling out muscles, making a mess of his knee joint, and severing his femoral artery. They say he lost almost two litres of blood in the first minute before he was able to take off his belt and tornique his thigh. Fighting to keep himself conscious, he then took out his cell and called help, and stayed on the line to guide them to his position, a very long couple of hours.
He was lucky in that the nearest hospital happened to have a visiting vascular surgeon, one of the best in Canada, and he was able to repair the arteries and save the leg from amputation. He still skis (my brother that is, I don't know about the surgeon) but has a limp and some impressive scars. there is a time in life for keeping your shit together
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Wed 7 Aug 2013, 1:33, 5 replies)

After 26 miles, it started to hurt.
But I still had 7 miles to go. Mere marathons are for lightweights, see.

My knee was proper fucked at this point. Bending the leg at all was painful, but trying to run on it was eye-watering. It would have been nice to stop then, but I had charidee sponsorship and all that - think of the poor kiddies.

So I hobbled on, shredding my ligaments further, stumbling over the footpaths up and down the hills. It took about an hour and a half to run that last 7 miles - the slowest I've ever done, I think.

Going home the next day, every gear change was a horrible grinding shred as I flexed my knee on the clutch. Had to be done though - back to work, and all that.

Raised over 400 quid, too - but I mostly just wanted to know I could run six hours straight cross-country.
( Invisible Wizard - 10th Level Nerf-herder, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 21:51, 3 replies)

I've killed six prostitutes

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 20:18, 65 replies)

My daughter when she was 8 years old
She was out in the boat with us when we a pulling up some nets we'd left out over night. Unfortunately we'd managed to catch not one, but three young seals.

As we set about untangling their corpses from the nets I was concerned that she might find it all a bit too much an asked her if she was alright.

"Yeah" she replied before adding "Can I take their eyes out?"

Not sure if she was MTFU or psychoing TFU. She hasn't shown any other serial killer tendencies since.
(Brigadier an old boot sitting on a man's face - forever, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 20:07, 15 replies)

Anyone using the ignore function should MTFU.

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 18:37, 19 replies)

Catching mice
Capitan Fuckin' Positive's post reminded me, a while back I caught a mouse in my kitchen. It was just sitting on the worktop staring at me when I turned on the light, probably a bit too surprised to move and hoping I'd just go away.

Of course then what could I do with it? Throw it outside? Then it would just come back in. No, I needed a humane way to kill it. I could have just left it in the jar I'd dropped it into with the lid screwed down until it suffocated but that seemed a bit cruel. I know, car exhaust!

Right, let's start my car. Oh, it's been sitting parked for a couple of weeks and has run out of electricity. Bugger. Right, let's try my girlfriend's car. No, I can't find the keys and they're probably in the bedroom where she is asleep. Let's not wake her up with a mouse in a jar, eh? Okay, and the van is diesel which has non-toxic exhaust fumes.

So that is how I came to be standing in the back garden at 3am in my underwear trying to kick-start a recalcitrant motorbike, to provide some carbon monoxide to do away with a mouse that had probably already died of boredom.
(gordonjcp, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 17:59, 3 replies)

I killed a mouse once.
the cats had been at it and there was no way it would survive, so the quickest and most humane way I could find to end it's suffering was to hit it very hard with a brick. A small thing maybe but I am a complete wuss in these matters and it still makes me feel shitty to think about it.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Tue 6 Aug 2013, 15:50, 10 replies)

Damsel saves a gentleman in distress
At the moment I'm staying with my parents who have a hotel in the tropics.

The other night a man came up and asked me to please remove a couple of spiders from his room as they were too big and he couldn't handle them.

He was at least 2m tall and must have weighed around 120kg.

I am a 1m60 female and tip the scales at 48kg after a big dinner.

I gently ushered the (2 inch - which is tiny here) spiders out of his room with my hands while his girlfriend stared at him in disgust.

I don't think he got any that night.
(snakelady, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 15:38, 10 replies)

I went off the internet for four days. I missed you all so much.
Pricks.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 15:17, 19 replies)

My friend went into labour at about 3am when I was stumbling out of a nightclub
She used to rent a house across the road from me so I was a port of call.
Legged it home in a very mortal state and we got a taxi to the hospital.
Quite a scary and awesome experience all at the same time. She was off it on gas and air, outing me to the nurses who thought I was the father. I was off it on everything else and trying to stay sane while she gave birth right in front of me.

Quite a proud moment but I politely declined when the nurse asked if I wanted to see after she had "crowned" (I still shudder now).

Cut the cord and everything :)
( GeordieJay Bummers are deaf, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 15:06, 10 replies)

that time I was shot.
twice.
(Kip, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 14:58, 1 reply)

Les Misérables...
Dragged to the cinema earlier this year by the better half, there appeared to be a bawling outbreak of epidemic proportions during the screening of the Movie. I've not seen that many tissues in a cinema since Debbie Does Dallas.
Approaching the end, when Wolverine is about to die, I nearly, very nearly, got caught up in the outbreak, too engrossed in the storyline, and shed a tear.
Then I remembered I'd sat through over 2 and a half hours of this, including Russell Crowe singing, and came to my senses. The only decent sound Crowe makes in the film is the satisfying 'crack' as he hits solid ground near the end.
( The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 14:18, 1 reply)

The last time I had to restrain a tear
was when I found the last half of a beer in the place and discovered someone had put a cigaret in it.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:35, 6 replies)

My folks live in that there countryside.
You know - full of farms and wildlife and such like. For a while they kept chickens for a bit of recreation, free eggs and the like.

As animals do from time to time, one of them got ill. The folks separated her from the rest of the flock so that nothing would spread - did all the right sorts of things, but it became apparent that this chook was on a downward slope.

Dad didn't have it in him to wring the chicken (to be fair I doubt I would have either). Resulting in:

A visit to the vet,

In a farming community,

With a chicken,

To have it put down.

I'm not sure that he ever fully felt he could hold his head up high in the town after that.

EDIT Bonus points for completely failing to read the question, anyone?
( barryheadwound Mul-ti-pass? Multipass!, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 13:11, 19 replies)

Actually, I do have a story that fits this - not me, but my uncle, two years ago.
He's in his late sixties, and has a house in the middle of nowhere in Scotland.

He was up a tree, tidying it with a chainsaw.

Ropes, harness - that sort of "up a tree, tidying it".

He called out to his son, who was visiting, to come over. On his arriving from the other side of the garden, my uncle said to him calmly, in his usual, moderated and quiet voice, "I think we might have an A&E situation here."

On going through one of the branches, he'd gashed his thigh with the chainsaw, to the tune of needing 25 stitches.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 12:51, 5 replies)

You know of the film "Marley and me"?
You know the scene where the dog dies?

Yes?

Well, I was caught wanking to it.
( Muns, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 12:47, 3 replies)

I cut the tip of my finger off chopping wood.
Well, it didn't come all the way off, was sort of hanging by a fleshy thread.
I was on my own out on shotover hill in Oxford, so instead of just screaming and curling up in to a ball I wrapped it in my shirt and walked the half mike or so back to the car park, found a dog walker and promptly passed out.
Saved the finger, got a bit if a scar though.
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Tue 6 Aug 2013, 12:36, 7 replies)

I watched The Green Mile and didn't cry.
Everyone else I know said they cried at the end. I'm not sure if they were bored to tears or just so happy it was over. And for a comedy it wasn't even that funny.
(Thor McLegend FUCK SHITPANTS PAC MAN, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 12:34, 12 replies)

I worry that this weeks subject has alienated the majority of QOTWers

( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 12:27, 5 replies)

Was this question borrowed from 4chan?

(PhosphorBurnedEyes Swastika Shop opening here soon, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 12:23, 4 replies)

srsly, Moddy Moddington
Why so free and easy with the delete button? Far worse than light-hearted ribbing gets posted on here without being modded out of existence. Maybe you lot need to MTFU.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 12:00, 32 replies)

Fingering dogs needs a lot of MTFU

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Tue 6 Aug 2013, 11:56, 1 reply)