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[blastradius14]

This is going quite nicely! I remember carrying a 60lb piece of wood, dropping it on my toe, then hopping around whilst screaming ow! In the midst of this, I tripped and hit my head on the corner of the wall. It didn't hurt for long, that wall was brick. I woke up in the hospital with a charade of stitches

[omg]

i was 13 and very drunk on white cider. me and me freinds where hanging around with this pair of older girls who were going through a rocky horror picture show stage. which involved getting drunk an stoned and watching the movie, singing along with the songs. so it got to the timewarp, we were dancing away and it got to the "put your hands on your hips " moment. i put my hands on my hips so bloody hard i broke my damn thumb. it was 12 years ago and if i see any of the people who were in the room at the time they still take the piss!

[Stroggy]

Drunk and stoned at the age of 13? Even my friends who do drugs now were only hooked on trading pokémon cards at that age.

[omg]

the estate im from you get 11 year olds doing amphetimines. compare to some of the people i grew up around what i was into was pretty minimall.
would explain why i still live though.

[Blood-Pigggy]

I once fell off a flight of stairs because I wanted to see what noise flesh smashing against the wall would make for a school project.

Yes, it was good.

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Originally posted by Blood-Pigggy@Jul 1 2005, 05:03 PM
I once fell off a flight of stairs because I wanted to see what noise flesh smashing against the wall would make for a school project.

you must have gone to a weird school. shame you didnt record the sound, would make a wicked sample.

[blastradius14]

Ever get that tingling feeling when re-wiring a lamp? Its best not to hold both wires at the same time...

[lethe]

I set my hair on fire once, on stage... Don't smoke and play I guess.

[Kon-Tiki]

Hmmm... first one was from when I was two and a half years old. My kid bro was just put in his crib to sleep. Mom left and I was being an idiot. At one point, I started turning 'round and 'round, seeing how long I could last before losing my balance. Well... I didn't stop before losing my balance, so I dropped to the floor and had a huge gash in my forehead. Mom came up to see what was wrong and immediately took me to the doc. It got stitched and it's now a scar.

The second one happened 'bout five years ago. 't Was evening and I had to go to the Scouts. Looking at the program, I saw that it started at 7pm. 't Was 6h50pm, so I quickly put on my uniform and jumped onto my bike to race those 7km as fast as I could. I arrived a bit over 7pm, but found nobody... no bikes, no cars... nothing. I went to some pubs to ask for a phonebook and a phone I could use and called one of my leaders. He didn't pick up, but eventually, his dad did, saying they all went to De Kluis.

I barely knew where that was, only knew it was behind Leuven, which must be 'bout 25-30km from from the Scouts buildings. I quickly pondered, as it already turned 8pm after the searching and calling, and the activity'd end at 10pm, but decided that I could still catch closing formation if I hurried. I jumped on my bike again and drove in the direction of De Kluis, often stopping to ask for directions.

When it was nearly 10pm, I arrived there, finding my way through the forest to get there by going on the shades of black on the ground, as it was pitchdark for the rest (afterwards, I heard that that night was Night Of The Darkness, where all streetlights won't get light) and eventually came across some Scout kids that were still there. I asked them if they'd've seen my group, but got as reply that they hadn't and that I should ask reception where they are. One kid seemed to know my name, even though I never met any of those kids, so I knew that my group'd've been there.

When I asked at reception, they knew some leaders of us've been there, but nothing else. I called that leader from before again and asked where they were. The response was long, loud laughter at the other end of the phone, eventually telling me that the activity was the day before. Turned out that the leaders were there that day, but till noon, exercising their techniques. They didn't meet any other groups or so, either.

Anyways, that leader came to pick me up, putting my bike in the trunk of his car and drove me home, all the while laughing 'bout it, but seemingly appreciating the effort at the same time. I've learned not to fold the program double to only show the side that's of interest to me anymore, but people still joke 'bout it now and then.

[A. J. Raffles]

That story fits your sig very nicely, Tiki.