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been lurking on here for whats got to be coming up to nearly a decade, much has my delicate mind been warped by this place that i felt perhaps it time to pull my finger out and get involved...
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» Teenage Crushes - Part Two
when i was a teenager...
first post, may be a tad long.
I used to hang out at a skate park, well i say skate park, more a precariously constructed death hole made from what appeared to be old ikea furniture, still it was mostly ok and fun was had by all.
Girls were a rarity at best but there was one regular by the name of Alice. Alice was a bit, shall we say... insane? yes, definitely insane. i remember the time she forcibly handcuffed herself to me and we had to eventually have someone cut them off with an angle grinder, but thats another story. She was also about two year older than most of us at the time and made us all itch in funny places.
One day Alice was tearing up the the ramps and we were all standing around itching in funny places, and she eventually comes up to us and states a challenge. "if any of you can stall on the music, then i guarantee we can have a good time afterwards".
The music, i could write pages about the music but basically it was a vert ramp that went up a good 6-7 metres with a chunky drup in on the other side. It was named the music because of the noise people made when invariably failing and destroying the skin on there legs on the way back down.
I conveniently forgot this and volunteered my services. hell if i got to slip a finger in something damp and warm i was game.
And lo i did take off at great speed toward the music. i hit the drop in perfectly tucked in low to minimise wind resistance on the way up felt my truck connect with the rail and then nothing.
I awoke moments later with what seemed like tons of wreckage around me i looked down at my legs.
i woke up minutes later in the back of an ambulance surrounded by doctors and Alice, i ask what happened, she said i hit the rail perfectly but as i did the whole loving ramp came down, a doctor made a joke about maybe i should watch my weight, i didn't laugh.
8 years later and still i'm haunted by that teenage crush that makes me walk wobbly...
*pop*
(Fri 6th Nov 2009, 11:18, More)
when i was a teenager...
first post, may be a tad long.
I used to hang out at a skate park, well i say skate park, more a precariously constructed death hole made from what appeared to be old ikea furniture, still it was mostly ok and fun was had by all.
Girls were a rarity at best but there was one regular by the name of Alice. Alice was a bit, shall we say... insane? yes, definitely insane. i remember the time she forcibly handcuffed herself to me and we had to eventually have someone cut them off with an angle grinder, but thats another story. She was also about two year older than most of us at the time and made us all itch in funny places.
One day Alice was tearing up the the ramps and we were all standing around itching in funny places, and she eventually comes up to us and states a challenge. "if any of you can stall on the music, then i guarantee we can have a good time afterwards".
The music, i could write pages about the music but basically it was a vert ramp that went up a good 6-7 metres with a chunky drup in on the other side. It was named the music because of the noise people made when invariably failing and destroying the skin on there legs on the way back down.
I conveniently forgot this and volunteered my services. hell if i got to slip a finger in something damp and warm i was game.
And lo i did take off at great speed toward the music. i hit the drop in perfectly tucked in low to minimise wind resistance on the way up felt my truck connect with the rail and then nothing.
I awoke moments later with what seemed like tons of wreckage around me i looked down at my legs.
i woke up minutes later in the back of an ambulance surrounded by doctors and Alice, i ask what happened, she said i hit the rail perfectly but as i did the whole loving ramp came down, a doctor made a joke about maybe i should watch my weight, i didn't laugh.
8 years later and still i'm haunted by that teenage crush that makes me walk wobbly...
*pop*
(Fri 6th Nov 2009, 11:18, More)
» Irrational Hatred
Anarchists
specially when they are from other countries calling themselves "che" and try to explain that by smashing up the streets of london they are somehow taking a stand against capitalism by providing an excuse for insurance companies to exist... flamin eejits
(Wed 6th Apr 2011, 19:22, More)
Anarchists
specially when they are from other countries calling themselves "che" and try to explain that by smashing up the streets of london they are somehow taking a stand against capitalism by providing an excuse for insurance companies to exist... flamin eejits
(Wed 6th Apr 2011, 19:22, More)