I did something similar. My friend had a little dirt bike and I had a skateboard. I held onto his shoulder while he drove. It worked out for a little while, but when he went faster, the skateboard started swerving back and forth. Then, I hit a seam in the cement and went down. I rolled for a while and got scratches all over.
Hahaha i love this thread. People injuring themselves is always funny. When I was 4 I liked to walk around with my eyes closed. Needless to say I stopped doing that when I hit the sharp corner of a table with my forehead. I think I needed like 20 stitches
At 10, a couple friends and I had this idea of a game, where one guy throw a big ass rock in the air, and we all scramble and try to dodge it. Well, let's just say that I didn't win the game, and had 5 stitches as the penalty for loosing.
I was in a summer camp when I was maybe 9 and extremely bored. There was a building that was open on one side except for 4 pillars holding up the roof. I decided to see if I could weave through the pillars with my eyes closed and, of course, ran into one. In retrospect, I don't know why I didn't have my hands in front of me. It gave me a big busted lip and I didn't want to explain to anyone how I got it.
Get yourself checked for syphilis and other symptoms of mental deficiencies. Better yet, get a doctor to check it for you.
I was slicing through fiber glass with a Swiss Army knife. Somehow, the knife buckled and guillotined my left index finger at the first knuckle below the nail. Lopped that f**ker right off. I proceeded to dial 911 with my toes. The kicker is that I was doing this in my garage. In my underwear. And I was bleeding too profusely to get my pants on before the ambulance arrived. Blood was EVERYWHERE. They got is sewed up and I had to have surgery to reconnect the tendons, which hurt more than the injury itself because I had severed the nerves. Another one is the story of my first real hangover. No injuries were involved but it was definitely dumb and self-inflicted. I was probably 18 and my cousin was coming into town, so I picked up a 6 pack and a bottle of Hennessey. I had to work at Randall's the next morning at like 7AM. I threw up in the school supply aisle and then got busted trying to take a nap in the supply room. Somehow I figured I wouldn't get caught. I got fired, but they took pity on me and gave me my job back.
Back in high school I knew I was about to get a blow job from a girl so I thought it would be a good idea to go into the bathroom and spray cologne on my unit. It was painful as hell and burned like an SOB. When I did go out there the face she made when she first went down was similar to a kid having to eat broccoli. Who would have thought cologne would taste so bad? From that moment on I ceased to spray cologne on my privates.
First day of a ski trip 2 years ago, and I am a novice ski-er. This was my 3rd trip, so I thought I would crank it up a notch. Went down my first black, on my 2nd run of the morning. Hit a tree, tumbled 30 yards or so, and broke both wrists. Wifey had to hand feed me and wipe my ass the rest of the trip. Not fun
