Pool Table

Actually, the sex wasn't that bad - just the result.

I was working in Totnes in Devon and staying at a pub. Well one night I pulled one of the local girls and we snuck into the poolroom for a bit of a illicit nooky. She was lying on the pool table, on her back, and I was manfully ploughing the field when disaster struck. I slipped. I slipped and my fucking forehead skidded over the green baize and left a wicked carpet burn right in the middle of my forehead.

Six weeks it took that to heal. Six weeks in which I had to put up with inane jokes and comments for my workmates (I'd told them what happened as it was just so stupid.

Legless - "If you can't pot the pink, pot the brown..."
( Legless Mister Stabby - shanks for the memory, Fri 15 Jun 2007, 10:59, Reply)