Right just thought of quite a good one.
As I'm a spastic about a year ago me and my friends got into an arguement about weither or not Bam Margeria's willy brand hurt or not as he was dancing around like mad while getting it done etc. Arugement follows, cooker to hand and a cookie shaper. I end up with a love heart branded on my arse in the name of science and yes it fucking kains.
4 day's later, the cut starts pussing. So had the fun task of having to get the bus my local hospitals A&E to explain my story and to see if I'd done some serious damage as it still felt like my arse cheek had been hit with a bazooka.
Hobble in like I've been raped by a dragon and proceed to explain my story to the receptionist, at which she choked and almost died on her hobnob while I explained how I ended up with a pussing love heart on my arse cheek.
Wait for the normal 2-3 hours in A&E after reading about 70 editions of Garders weekly, I finally get called up!
No affence I was hoping for some old nan type figure to tell me off and bandage up the burn/cut (not sure what you class it as at this point) and give me some painkillers then send me on my merry way. No I get the hottest nurse I've ever seen after all the banter I've had to fight back already at this hospital I don't need some beauty of a nurse ripping it out of me half naked.
So I take a deep gulp of dribble, walk up and go behind the curtain divider which was pretty much still in the waiting room. Another problem I didn't account for happended, I put plasters over the cut as much as possiable to stop the blood scabbing a sticking my boxers to the wond, well after 4 hours around in total of sitting around the plasters have pretty much came off at this point and my boxers have stuck to the cut on my arse.
I spent 30 mins behind that curtain screaming while the girl of my dreams, disected my white boxers from my arse, pours this stuff that kains onto the cut to clean it and while proceeding to kill all my left pride by constantly pretty much laughing the whole time.
Finally ordeal over, explains what I need to do over the next couple of days and opens the curtain for me and helps me to the door. Alot of people looked at me in shock, smiled or just had a wtfface. The whole time I was in there I forgot the curtain paine room was right next to where people sat, now I'm pretty much being carried by a nurse with trousers quite low, boxers have a huge rip in and blood all over the left bum cheeky and I'm hobbling like i've been raped by Ron Jerry.
By this time I couldn't face getting the bus, so got mum to give me a lift. To then proceed to have the biggest telling off ever, even worse than when I was 5 and decided to draw a face on the fridge with a marker pen. fuck it.
Edited by tubbeh on 13/09/10 2:04pm