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| Lusting Over Leelee | Split Chin
I split my chin open twice when I was a kid. Hurt like hell. The first time I was about 8 or 9 and I was riding my bike pretty damn fast down the street, all I remember was that it was raining pretty damn hard and there were cars parked on both sides of the road when this other car comes driving up the street. Me being a kid and having no fear I tried to negotiated between the driving car and parked car without really slowing down....when I needed to slow the rain had stopped my brakes from working and basically I slammed into the parked car, bounced off the moving car and my chin connected with the road at force. Split the whole underside of my chin open and knocked/chipped the enamel coating off about 6 teeth, (none came out though!). Like I said hurt like hell and there was a shit load of blood, but that's about all I remember. Then about 2 or 3 years later I did the same damn thing again only a few streets away from where I'd first done it. My friends and I had been tinkering with our bikes all afternoon and my dad asked me to go to the local shop to get some dog food before they closed. I jumped on my bike and went bombing round this road to the shop. As I was racing round the corner my handlebars, (which I'd forgotten to tighten), came totally loose and basically I had no fucking steering. I hit the ground at full speed like a sack of shit and my chin took the full brunt of it. I picked myself up and could barely speak and walked into the shop with my hands cupped under my chin. As I went into the shop to ask for some help I sorta opened my hands and this handful of blood splattered off the floor. It was like something out of a horror movie. It literally went everywhere. Anyway, long story short, I got taken to hospital and had to get about 9 or 10 stiches in my chin. Thing was my gran (who's always been a little strange) thought that they looked untidy, so she trimmed all the ends of the stiches with her scissors. When it came to removing them, they had nothing to get a hold of to just pull the damn things out, so they had to nick the skin to free the stiches to get them out. So I've got a fairly interesting scar on the underside of my chine, which, if I haven't shaved for a few days, is really noticeable. I've more or less kept off bikes since then....not sure why.[/b]
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| Lusting Over Leelee | Quote:
Thinking about that incident reminded me about how accident prone I was when I was younger. I used to work on a milk-round from about 13 until I was 16, (it was either a paper round or a milk round to earn money....that or prostitution), and I was forever falling off the back of the van. The guy I worked for had a few different vans, 2 or 3 small vans and one fairly big truck that was used for weekend deliveries. Most of my accidents involved falling off the back of the small van, (usually with milk bottles in hand) and me ending up flat on the road with broken glass and milk all around me, (tight bastard charged us for breakages too). Anyhoo, this one Saturday the boss came driving round in the big van, (there was a 'step' attached to the back that we jumped off and on as we were making deliveries), and this day there was already 5 people on the step and I had to run behind the van and get onto the step. Well there was only room to get 1 foot on the step and as the boss accelerated I slipped and fell off and my glove got hooked on the back of the van. Despite the other lads screaming for him to stop he dragged me about 400-500 meteres behind the van. When I stood up my trousers were shredded and I was pissing with blood. I didn't eve get a sorry from the bastard, he just gave me a crate of milk along with a list of who wanted what and said you'll be finished in an hour you can sorted out then. I could hardly bend my fucking knees. Anyway, I didn't work for him for much longer after that...he didn't appreciate being told where to stick his fucking milk bottles by a 15 year old.
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| Elder Monkey Join Date: Feb 2005
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sounds to me like he already stuck his milkbottles there, and they wouldn't come out
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| Elder Monkey Join Date: Feb 2005
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Shit, I busted open my chin when I was ~ 5 or 6 at my friends place...bled like a stuck pig, my friends dad stitched it up, he was my Dr... Later on I met my now wife...she busted open her chin too when she was a kid... Pretty common injury according to my friends dad... MD
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| Elder Monkey Join Date: Feb 2005
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MD is a cartoon? Or one who tittyscrews cartoons? But I'm ok with porn and all, but there are certain sections of this site that we are trying to keep sfw, and with that avatar everywhere you post is now nsfw.
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