Broken Arm Idiocy
One time in PE, we were outside playing football. I hate football so I was put in goals. Our team were much better than the other team, so consequently I didn't have much to do. I was mucking about while the ball was up the other end and jumped up to swing from the cross bar. 'Cos it was raining my hands slipped and I fell to the ground in slow motion, managing to break my fall with my right hand. There was a sickening crack, but I had to get up quick as the ball was coming down our end. I played another 40 minutes in goal, without really thinking about it. When we where finished I was trying to undo my shoe laces and realised my right arm was fucked. I casually got changed, without showing any pain, and went home. I totally lost it when I got home - I was crying and everything. When my mum came home she took me to that hospital, where I found out I'd broken my wrist. To this day, I have never told anyone I was swinging on the goal posts - I told everyone I fell. How embarrassing - slipping from a fuckin' crossbar.
(SparkyLove, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 10:15, Reply)

This one time, at summer camp
I rolled out of a bunk bed in the middle of the night and onto the cold cement floor... some 6+ feet below (the beds were huuuge!) only to come to with some 15 or so 8-10 year old girls standing over me, staring and trying not to giggle. I was teased for days - only babies fall out of their cribs? whatever...

Despite the fact that I was unconscious for close to an hour, could hardly move my head from side to side, couldn't move my jaw at all, and went blind at random for the next 12 hours, my cabin's counselor refused to let me see the nurse until well into the afternoon the next day. Bloody teenage idiots. Probably thought she'd lose her lame job for my falling out of the bed in my sleep.

Pity, though. I never told my parents how truly bad the experience was. Could've sued someone I'm sure, and not been piss poor as I'm writing this.

EDIT (I feel inspired): Oh, also, when I was 14, I refused to do an assignment in geometry class as I wasn't feeling well and didn't want to do anything but lie my head down on the desk. I thought I'd emphasise the point by stabbing the metal pointy end of my compass down into the desktop, and ended up pinning my hand to it instead via the skin between thumb and pointer finger, much to the delight of my fellow classmates.

Not me but - when I was 12 I pushed a really annoying girl who kept trying to bump her chest against me ?in a manly display of agression? - she stepped backwards about two feet, her arm hit a sapling tree that was about two inches in width and promptly broke into the most impressive compound fracture I've ever seen... nature can be so cruel.

Last week I developed a sort of mild sunburn after losing my lighter and constantly lighting my smokes off my gas stove...

I also constantly walk into the exposed ends of my bedframe in the dark, which results in several oddly shaped cuts and scrapes on my shins.

When I was 8, I decided to shave my legs for the first time ever (I was a young woman, dammit!) and couldn't figure out what the strange pasty-white strip was lying in the bottom of the tub until I realized I'd shaved off a centimetre-wide strip of flesh directly on top of my shin... I figure now at least, I have that much less leg to shave...

I also nicked up my face quite wonderfully as a toddler trying to mimic daddy's shaving...

Whilst horsing around in a dive bar my friends and I used to frequent, we were doing cartwheels and round-offs, when I did a rather impressive round off and landed all my weight on my right heel, which promptly fractured. I didn't realize it because of the amount of alcohol consumed, and it was a bitch trying to drive my manual-transmission to the hospital while trying not to actually use the accelerator...

I ran an ATV into a 6" diameter tree at 2mph and managed to not only break a bone in my right hand, but also to aquire a rather large lovely scar on my right leg from not being able to move my hand off the accelerator to stop the tires turning...

I have a pencil lead stuck in the palm of my right hand - I'm not sure exactly when it got there, but there's a lovely scar over the top of it from my repeated, failed attempts to remove said lead by slicing it open and going at it with a pair of tweezers over the past 10+ years...

I once injured the hubby by going at it rather vigorously and catching his pride in the joint of hip+leg... :/

I've slammed my own tits in a door multiple times, though I'm not sure how...

When I was 18, I managed to grow a clit the size of a walnut by falling some 4+ feet onto a metal pipe... everything in the area swelled, I could hardly sit or pee for days...

Not really an injury, but last year I had to go to the ER after eating 2+ pounds of chocolate covered coffee beans in the course of 30 minutes in the middle of a manic phase... I was so high from the mania+beans that I was bouncing around the waiting room, trying to sprint in the hospital halls. I started to show signs of caffiene poisoning and the nurses doped me up and stuck me in the ICU overnight... can't stand the sight/smell of coffee beans now...

I managed to jam my finger earlier tonight while driving around Toronto - shifted gears and stuck it straight into the dash... didn't mention it to any of the passengers though *flex* hurts like hell now though :(

When I was 15, I ran headfirst into a sliding glass door with a little stained glass angel on it (you'd think the angel would have clued me into the door's existance...), and the suction cup hook holding it caught me right in the middle of the forehead - a nice little bump grew up in the spot, and I told everyone it was a horrible zit...

Last Christmas I worked night stock at a toy store, and while holding a few boxes of My Little Ponies, I slipped on the nasty, dusty floor and sprained my wrist really badly. There's a lovely security cam in the stockroom - I could hear my manager & coworkers laughing. She wasn't laughing when I filled out the workman's comp forms and got paid time & a half for three days work AND screwed up their "XXX days without injury" record...

After the Toronto Maple Leafs won a home game, traffic was really crazy-heavy in downtown Toronto and I managed to do a half backwards fall half soumersalt into the middle of Younge and mash my face into a sewer grate - I got tons of cheers from Leafs fans, but I had lovely square-shaped knots in my forehead for two days!

I'm not apologising for length. Why should I? Men never do...
(Ecclesia, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 7:49, Reply)

Friction
A few years back I was working in a boozer with a best mate of mine, and one night after hours this girl I knew went to the loos, so my mate and her mate suggested I follow her in and they'd lock the door behind. This I did and after a bit of sweet talking I managed to get the young lady naked and on the floor where I proceeded rather vigourously to have a game of 'hide the sausage'.

The trouble was, the floor was carpeted, and I got some rather severe chafing on my knees, but having been devoid of the 'hows your father' for some time I was not going to let a little rugburn cause a case of coitus interuptus, so I proceeded to go at it (and her) like a steam train (woo woo!)

Next morning I had to call in sick as my knees were so bad to my computer job. My mate, bless him, was also a qualified RGN and just happened to have a pair of crutches around so lent them to me to make my portability easier and I returned to work the following day citing it as an old injury that had flared up. Doors were opened, cups of tea brought no problems.

However later that day, and still chuffed that I had got my end away I told one of my workmates in confidence the real cause of the injury, which he thought somewhat amusing, however he swore to secrecy.

The next morning I arrive at work and can't help but wonder why a couple of the network guys are hanging around my screen as I log on - now this was a good few years back, windows 3.11 was the os, and yet somehow they had managed to do one of the earliest phoos - a badly paintmashed pair of knees and the words 'Congratulations Wayne - now you are a man'. Cue cheers, rounds of applause and shakes of the hand.

Kevin Foote - you bastard :o)
(Waynster James Joyce is fucking my sister!, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 5:47, Reply)

lump? What lump? Oh, THAT lump...
This one time, me and a mate thought it would be the pinnacle of sophistication if, at 3 in the morning after the "bender to end all benders", we stole a trolley from Tesco's in order to do some Jackass-style stunts. Well, 4 miles after pinching the trolley and running like hell, we happened upon a large slope in a grassy field. The perfect place. I volunteered to go first, and my mate launched me down in the trolley. I went from 0 to about 300 miles an hour in the space of 50 metres, and was literally shitting myself with fear at the realisation that tescos trolleys have no brakes. Shit. Still, my problems were solved when after about 200 metres of travel (impressive stuff) the fugging trolley turned itself over, throwing me out with considerable force. My arm started to hurt, but I thought, "Oh sod it, I'll be OK". The next morning, all anaesthetic from the alcohol had worn off. And my arm hurt like hell. Still, instead of biting the bullet and telling my mum how I actually hurt my arm, I decided to see what would happen. The day after that, I went to America for 3 weeks. After the first week, I had to go for an X-ray (at great cost, I have to say). Turns out I broke my shoulder in 2 places, and the wound was beginning to fester, because of fairly sever internal bleeding. How was I to know? I thought your arm went black after falling out of a trolley anyway. And the bastard Yank doctors wouldn't feel sympathy toward me when I told them how I did it either...swine. Still, looking back, it was the best 7 seconds of my life...
(shady_dave, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 5:19, Reply)

Remembered a couple more...
Seeing the post about ripping the bit underneath the tongue practicing cunnilingus... I did much the same thing with my ex-girlfriend - as my 'down below' was out of action (see my other answer to this question) and I was but a horny inexperienced fool, we went at it a little too vigorously and I managed to injure my tongue as well. That girl was a deathtrap.

Also, remembering an incident I had when I was younger (about 10 or so), when I got cocky riding around on my new mountain bike on the local dirt track and came off doing what felt like supersonic speed - I'd managed to come down a 15ft drop OK, and I didn't negotiate the bumpy bit afterwards very well and just fell off, my foot caught up in the chain workings and I was dragged down the track on my face for a good few dozen yards or so until the track finally veered off to the right and the bike hit a tree. I got up and had a piss - it was only sensible. I had cuts all down the left side of my face, from hairline to jaw - it's a wonder I didn't lose an eye. To this day I can't work out how I managed to negotiate such a large drop only to do such damage on something 'a bit bumpy'.

There's also the time last year in the ice and snow when I managed to negotiate my way all the way up the huge hill to college not falling over once... before taking a huge tumble onto my arse about 3ft from the entrance doors... right in front of the girl I was trying to impress. Damaged chances and bruised cheeks. 'Arse', I thought. It's worked out quite well, though, and we're now planning on going on holiday together sometime in Autumn - yay me.

There will be no apologies for my length, girth or tendency to waffle.
( Shegetz Chris Kamara's comedy moustache, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 5:08, Reply)

Born with one testicle undecended.
Age 10. A sensitive age, a sensitive lad. Had to have an operation to correct the problem. Claimed appendectomy. My uncle knew the truth. Called me "Hopalong" for weeks. Bastard.
(seanfish, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 4:31, Reply)

Ouch, I am such a moron
I was with my whole family in my uncles garden, cutting okra. I had my knife hacking off the stinky little pods when this big nasty bug landed on my hand. I swatted at it to drive the bugger away. Um, but I forgot that I was swatting it with a knife I used to spend hours sharpening. a two inch gash appeared in my hand as blood poored out. I told everyone I just missed the okra I was cutting and hit my hand. Far fetched, but hey, I swatted a bug with a four inch blade...Which is worse
(punkmusiklova, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 3:33, Reply)

The Space ship....
I was a wee nipper at the time, around seven years old and still mastering the intricacies of my penis. Well, more like have a bit of a fiddle under the covers, but whatever.

One night, during my drowsy fiddlings, I went to sleep without... 'tucking the fireman in'. Yeah... I didn’t pull my foreskin back over my todger.

Cue next morning, I get out of bed, and look down at my tackle. A space ship. My cock looked like a flying saucer thanks to my swollen foreskin inflating so much it made my cock look like a UFO. First thing I did was shout for me mam, bless her, who had the day off work taking me to the doctors.

They put this cream on it, left it under some Clingfilm, and a few minuets later I was back home, eating ice lollys and playing Top Trumps with my mum, all for playing with my self.

Quite a good day in all, except it hurt when I pissed for a good few days after. Didn’t complain about the swelling though!
(Pidgeon Fister, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 2:13, Reply)

Embarrassing Injuries
My mate Andy's dad was a judge, and they lived in a fuckoff huge house in Worcester which had a sauna room. They found him in there semi concious, in a pool of blood once and called an ambulance. Silly bastard was having a wank and his scrote had stuck to the bench seat, so when he stood up *RIP* an inch long split :(

Fucking OUCH!
(Morthrai, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 1:40, Reply)

Playing around with my car
Ok, So this is just plain stupid, I was checking the tred and pressure of my spare tyre, which sits in a cradle under the car. This went accourding to plan, Untill putting back into its mounting i had nearly got it on to the hook which holds its cradle when something took my attention, at which point i stopped trying to lift it, So several kilograms of wheel, and the jack that sits in the middle aswell as the metal cradle come crashing down on my hand breaking 3 fingers, So the moral is, Dont be idiotic and forget to hold heavy things when there not attatched to things
(The kilted Ninja, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 1:11, Reply)

Several
I've never managed to injure myself in a "cool" way.

I've only broken one limb, amazingly - How? I was running around the back yard, and I tripped over my own feet... and cracked my elbow. That's it - Just tripped.

Much more entertaining was a summer camp experience. A bunch of us young'uns took it upon ourselves to find the shortest direct path between our area of tents, and the "trading post" that sold all sorts of sugary beverages. One evening, I'm running along, and all of a sudden, I find myself choking for breath, laying on my back... I reach up to my neck, and my hand comes up covered with blood... Apparently, one of the older students had it in for us, and strung a rope about neck level. I got clotheslined in quite the literal sense.

Of course, the next day was the day that the parents were visiting - My mom takes one look at me and nearly screams... Keep in mind that I was realtively unshowered and generally unkempt, on top of having a huge scab across my neck... "What happened to your neck?" "Oh, don't worry about that - It's just rope burn" was my not-so-well-thought-out response. My mom immediately runs off to find a counselor to see why I was being lynched...

Aside from that, just the usual collection of childhood bicycle accidents.
(mysticmcj, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 0:47, Reply)

my eye
I once gave myself a black eye with my knee while doing a handstand.
(runnin, Sat 4 Sep 2004, 0:28, Reply)

back during my slutty-phase (a time in my life I'd rather not think about)...
i was wearing the shortest shorts known to humanity, and riding around on one of those mini-scooter gizmos that used to be popular. i hit something in the road (or probably nothing at all as those scooters were pretty shite) and ended up skidding down the road on my butt. i ended up skinning my buttcheek. do you know how bad that hurts?

oh, i wish i still knew how i explained to my piano teacher why i was hanging my arse off the piano bench later that day.


still, the scar is quite impressive.
(sponch!, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 23:43, Reply)

Riiiiiight......
I am a keen bmx fan but dont have one myself do I asked to borrow my brother-in-laws for a few mins to show my 'skills' After hurtling down a not-really-that-steep slope I swa the bike flash past my right eye. Realising I was no longer on the BMX I curled up into a ball, skidded 20 ft along concrete, ripped open my right elbow, left shoulder and whacked my head off of the pavement. When I came to I realised that I had also pissed myself as well! Huzzah!! 4 days off work, unable to move and cool scars to show to the kid. Here is a pic of the injury the day after. To make matters worse, this happened on my 21st birthday!!
( diablo290582 Professional.....something., Fri 3 Sep 2004, 23:42, Reply)

Fucking sitting wanking
on top of this wall right. Its looking a bit dangerous. Suddenly I only cunting well fall off it. My head smashed on the cunting floor, and I can see a right shitload of the King's men approaching, so I put my cock back in my trousers and wait for help. Only they cant fucking well fix me. I told them I dint know how it'd happened. Perhaps I was pushed? Apparently its become a big of a legend.
(lifelikeandposeable, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 23:38, Reply)

Shires: This evil kids park.
Some of you younger guys (or older parents) might of heard of shires. Its a shitty adventure park in cornwall. Well after being forced to go with my family i decided to take my girlfriend. After several hours of pushing kids off the death slide we decided to go to the horror house for some fun (Its very dark in there you see.) As i walked into the place i stepped off a ledge not relizing how deep it was and crack. I managed to break my foot and not only that, my girlfriend called me a pussy and kicked it not actually relizing how much pain i was in.
( Spam Filter Formerly known as Superdude, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 23:37, Reply)

I was out in the fields up the road from where I lived, taking a short cut to my mates house
I was desperate for a piss so decided to go in a nearby trench seperating two fields and covered by a holly bush/bramble type affair. Anyhoo as it was a cold day I found myself mesmerised by the steam coming from my wee, so much so, that I had not realised I was staring straight at some middle aged woman walking her dog. She seemed a bit pissed off and asked me what I was doing, I frantically pulled up my zip, catching the skin of my little lad in same and said 'I'm looking for my dog' in a high pitch screech then ran off.

On closer inspection I had managed to get my zip all the way up but half way down was a little bubble of skin. I had no other choice but to pull it down causing excruciating pain to the little fella.
( Chumfatty, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 22:49, Reply)

Argh! My Knee!
#2. The year before the nose incident, I went through a 'must loose weight' phase as I wasn't the smallest of teenagers at this time.

After school I decided to take our two spaniels for a run up the lane. All was going well. On the way home, I put the dogs back on their leads and started jogging home. All was fine, so I decided to sprint. This was when the older of the two dogs decided to run out in front of me, causing me to trip on him and become tangled up in the leads, thereby sending me thundering to the floor. And so I fell with quite a thump onto my knee. Sat up, looked down at my left knee to see a stone protruding from my rather sanguinary kneecap.

After a run home, almost collapsing and Mum inquisitively asking, "What did you say you had in your knee?" etc., a trip to the local cottage hospital was called for. As my mother worked there, we got seen very quickly one of the Irish female doctors. She's very nice. Seems to be a bit of a sadist though. Six needles, a scalple and a huge pair of pliers were needed to dislodge the rock from my kneecap. Gaping whole etc.

As if the story itself wasn't embarassing enough, on of my mates at school decided to tell eveyone that I was off of school with AIDS or something...

By the time I was back at school, the exposed fatty tissue beneath the dressing had started to turn rancid, producing a rather odd smell in the classroom... lovely!
(wobblyjelly, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 21:57, Reply)

Bike lane? What bike lane?
I was driving home during a lovely sunset, picturesque and lovely urban view, when I saw someone turn around real fast and get out of the car. I thought she had a flat and turned too. I got out- there was a single lone biker who had been smashed over on his front, with a broken nose, jaw and broken left hand. WHy his hand, do you say? Because I had just BLEEDIN' PULLED UP ON IT, that's why. After this stunt, I went off to have a drink with some of the other rescuers, and after a few decided to reenact it using a TANK of a truck and a dresser's dummy. But I was the person to be standing next to him helping him up. When the truck pulled back. Lots of blood, screaming, general panic. Note to self- No one must know. For some reason I find that freakishly embarassing.
(ZooLurker is an angry chick with a mullet!, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 21:45, Reply)

Tom and Jerry
I once stood on a rake a la the old Tom and Jerry cartoons to see what would happen. I reckoned I could stop the rake in time, if it wall went pear shaped - it did, and I didn't.

I told the hospital that I fell down some stairs. I still beliee that they think my parents were beating me.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 21:45, Reply)

Argh! My nose!
#1. At secondary school, the science building had a two sets of glass double doors (inner and outer), normally left unlocked. Well, bell had gone for the end of school and I, being a concientious little pupil, rushed along to see my Biology teacher about some trivial matter. Problem was she was yelling at some little brat and she HATED being interupted. So I waited. And waited. All the time, glancing at my watch, thinking that I would miss my bus if she didn't hurry. Anyway, eventually got to see her. I was by now majorly late. In my rush to catch the shool bus, I headed straight through the first one and ploughed into the 2nd door. The tip of my nose collided with the glass at full jogging pace. Ouch. Couldn't wait. Had to catch the bus. Ran - this only made the throbbing worse - the rest of the way, caught the bus and had to explain what had happened. Off of school for a week as it was fractured - "Can't do anything about it unless it is broken", said my doctor. I still have a huge bulbous middle nose and sinus problems... the sinusitus I had after the swelling had subsidded was fun.
(wobblyjelly, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 21:43, Reply)

Well...
I remember sitting on a little wall once. I either fell asleep or stopped caring about what i was doing and just toppled off face first onto the tarmac stuff below. The left half of my face was a giant scab for ages..

Then there was the time during a PE lesson (from the vomit one, i seem to mess up a lot during these) my hand slipped on the aparatus know on a horse and went and broke my arm. Was many hours before i did anything about it too..
(Pigmash, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 21:10, Reply)

embarassing, yes....
a while back while visiting relatives i had never met before, my mom and i stayed with one of her sisters, who has a nice little balcony with a really clean sliding glass door.
its hot as hell and humid in the area so i head to the lovely balcony... but i didnt realise that the door was closed, it was -that- clean. i hit the door with my face at full stride in front of all these people, fell on the floor in shock while bleeding from my poor nose, and laughed my ass off.

and to boot, 10 minutes later my dear mother does the same thing... yes she walks into those pristine sliding glass doors as well.

--
another funny one... involving a kindly cop last fall.
it was raining like hell on a school day and of course i had to park in the lot across the street from the campus. a really nice cop drove by and offered me a ride to the building which i gladly took. i go to get in his car when i smack myself on the forehead with the pointy corner of his car door. he holds back a giggle as i writhe in pain and asks me if i was alright. of course i was, its just a little bump.... but as i was walking the hall to the classroom i could feel this little bump getting bigger.
i went through the 1 hour and 45 minute class as normally as possible and after i got out i headed to the restrooms to find that this little bump grew to golfball sized proportions, it grew scrapes somehow, and it was a really nasty shade of purple. that thing lasted for at least 2 weeks.
... and my parents almost died laughing when they heard about it
(The Monkey's Significant Other, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 21:05, Reply)

Goth Hairdye Nightmare!
Two summers ago, I thought I'd go all retro and dye my hair a nice gothy black, rather than it's regular nerdy ginger I ususally dye it. I had been doing this process for 15+ years now, and am all hard so no bitch-ass alergic reaction test for me. Bad move. Scalp is kind of burning, but that's normal for off the shelf dye, right? Sclap looks a little red after I wash the dye out, OK must've left it on a wee bit too long. Fine, bedtime...

Next Morning, I wake up feeling kind of shitty. Stumble to the bathroom, look in the mirror - Holy Shitting Christ on a Bike! My head was massively swollen and my scalp was a giant mat of scabs. Allergic Adema -- I looked like the elephant man. And the swelling was getting worse. Mercifully, I was on summer break from classes, Mr. Monkey was vacationing, and I was house sitting for my Ma so no-one could see the horrors of my face. It would clear up quickly, right?

No fucking luck. It took five days till the swelling reached it's peak. My eyes swelled shut, and my skin was so swollen that I could make an imprint in my forehead that was 1 inch deep and would take a few minutes to re-swell. I looked like I had a pumpkin head with a cheap frightwig on (my hair had matted in to dread locks from the puss and scabs). Mr. Monkey and Mom both returned -- their reaction... a brief bit of horror and then pantswetting laughter. Thanks.

The only good part of this experience was the time lapse photos I have of the ebb and flow of my great huge melon. (Sadly, can't find 'em -- otherwise I'd post one for laughs).
( Propaganda Monkey, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 20:37, Reply)

Damn Rounders
A few years back now, i was playing rounders in school (and no, im not a girl) And a certain cricket pro in our year launched a ball at me while i was batting. Being the slow reactioned person i am i didn't have time to protect my balls. I spent 2 weeks in hosipital diagnosed with bruised testicals. Mind you it was pretty funny
(homochicken, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 20:26, Reply)

My scars
My chest is covered in little pockmarks. I usually tell people it was the itchiest part of my childhood bout with chicken pox, but that's not true. These are much more recent. See, when I'm in the shower, I close my shampoo bottle by pushing it against my chest. Frequently, it catches a bit of skin. The resulting small wound heals in to a pock mark.

I've also done numerous stupid things like sprain my ankle falling off a sidewalk, get a concussion from blacking out (sober!) in the shower, and slice my arm up on an exposed screw at a playground, in such a way it looked like a botched suicide attempt.
(puttysan, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 20:08, Reply)

Never talked about this outside my family before...
...but I once got the top of Thunderbird 1 stuck up my nose. And had to go to the doctor to get it out.
(NPC, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 20:03, Reply)

my friend and i were playing soccer (football)
i kicked the ball to him and it was coming down high. he tried to head it but he was too far away and instead the ball hit the ground, bounced up and hit him in the face. the ball fell back to the ground and somehow still had the momentum to bounce back up and hit him in the groin. it was the funniest thing i had ever seen. he was in the hospital for a week. ha.
(USER No: 21515...FUCK YOU TO FUCK YOU FU see profile for limited time offer., Fri 3 Sep 2004, 19:50, Reply)

I cut the flap holding my tongue to my mouth...
while practicing in the art of cunnilingus. Bloody hurt for ages that one.
( mike woz ere 7442200 & 7696970 getter, Fri 3 Sep 2004, 19:37, Reply)