Mmmmm niceWhile I was at university I broke my leg playing rugby. It was right at the end of the season, so the hot weather was just starting.
It wasn't long before the plaster cast on my leg started gettign very sweaty and very itchy.. which was helped along by the fact that my housemates at every opportunity they had would pour salt, pepper, herbs...sand, dirt(basically anything they could get their hands on) down the side of the cast! As you can expect my leg was starting to stink inside the cast and itch like buggery!
At the same time they also thought it would be funny to see me trying to run up the stairs to the loo all day - so they attempted to put laxatives in all my drinks. Thankfully I sussed this and they never got me.
Well the day arrived when my cast was finally taken off - it was disgusting.
My now withered leg was covered in a mixture dirty, smelly, rotten bits of dead skin and hair. I had waited for months for this moment when I could finally scratch my leg! I held back though.
I waited until I got home, luckily my housemates were still at lectures... so I took a penknife and started scraping all the manky bits of skin off my leg, from the bottom of my foot and between my toes. I gathered quite a pile of this foul smelling stuff together and then sat patiently cutting it all up into tiny pieces. Oh, did I mention that my housemates always used to eat ready-brek for breakfast? :)
I went into the kitchen and carefully mixed in all my leg scrapings with their cereal and put the box back. Then just sat back with a smug grin on my face and waited for the next morning.
Sure enough the next day I walked into the kitchen to find them all sat there happily chewing on their breakfast of ready-brek and dead skin. Oh how I laughed!
(It wasn't long before the plaster cast on my leg started gettign very sweaty and very itchy.. which was helped along by the fact that my housemates at every opportunity they had would pour salt, pepper, herbs...sand, dirt(basically anything they could get their hands on) down the side of the cast! As you can expect my leg was starting to stink inside the cast and itch like buggery!
At the same time they also thought it would be funny to see me trying to run up the stairs to the loo all day - so they attempted to put laxatives in all my drinks. Thankfully I sussed this and they never got me.
Well the day arrived when my cast was finally taken off - it was disgusting.
My now withered leg was covered in a mixture dirty, smelly, rotten bits of dead skin and hair. I had waited for months for this moment when I could finally scratch my leg! I held back though.
I waited until I got home, luckily my housemates were still at lectures... so I took a penknife and started scraping all the manky bits of skin off my leg, from the bottom of my foot and between my toes. I gathered quite a pile of this foul smelling stuff together and then sat patiently cutting it all up into tiny pieces. Oh, did I mention that my housemates always used to eat ready-brek for breakfast? :)
I went into the kitchen and carefully mixed in all my leg scrapings with their cereal and put the box back. Then just sat back with a smug grin on my face and waited for the next morning.
Sure enough the next day I walked into the kitchen to find them all sat there happily chewing on their breakfast of ready-brek and dead skin. Oh how I laughed!
ashurek,
Fri 24 Oct 2003, 9:38,
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