not me ,but i was there
back in junior high my friend had a birthday party. his parents owned a motel right beside a waterpark near the outskirts of the city, so we gat a room to ourselves. we decide it would be a good idea to break into said waterpark (it was then middle of winter) and slide down the ice that had formed insode the tubes. off we go. we use a jacket to cover the barbed wire, and we climb on in. NOTE* if you or anyone you care about decides to slide down a frozen waterslide - DON'T!!* i almost flew off the edge at about 50 feet to the ground. i'm amazed one of use didn't wind up paste...anyhoo, there are apparently motion detectors in waterparks and 2 squad cars show up... we, in a great pubescent panic scramble to the fence, throw the jacket over and run like hell... but one of my friends, scott, missed the jacket when jumping over. i heard a rip and that was that, we're all fleeing to the motel room. once inside, i notice scott has something on his crotch...blood. he looks at us in horror, and puts his hand down his pants, and draws up lotsa blood - very Stand By Me. turns out he ripped his nutsack and now has a healthy scar on what were otherwise ( so i have been told) a magnificent looking pair of nads. he was a twat then and i'm sure he's a twat now.
(goorf, Mon 7 Feb 2005, 3:11, Reply)