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Hole in my leg
I visited my local dealer in de mean green stuff on a Friday night. After having puffed away happily for about an hour and downing a few beers in the process I decided now was about the time I ought to leave for the bar I was going to visit that night.

Out the door I go and on to my bycicle I hop (like the true Dutchman I am), I hadn't even cycled 10 meters before I my leg got caught behind a permanent metal traffic cone.

I fell over but quickly jumped on my bycicle again and drove of in embarresment arriving safely at the pub several minutes later.

After having sat there for a couple of hours I thought the leg of my trouser was somewhat wet. I checked and yes, blood. A remarkable lot of it. I notice I'm not actually bleeding anymore so don't think more of it and continue the night.

To this day I have a nice hole/dent in my leg where there used to be flesh. Lovely.

I was young and stupid, now I'm just stupid.
(Fri 4th Feb 2005, 17:57, More)