Ric Flair Posted 9 February 2009 Posted 9 February 2009 A thread for all you fellow booze hounds or clumzy neanderthals that fall over and hit the deck on a regular basis. I've just had a count up and with the recent influx of snow, I have gone for a burton 13 times in the past week. Without the snow factor, it would still be 4. I have a cut on the top of my head and I have bitten through my tongue. My signature fall over is where I crouch to be sick, the blood rushed to my head and I pass out. I then awake to all sorts of bother on the deck. Please share your fall's.
ACF Posted 9 February 2009 Posted 9 February 2009 Slashed my knee open on a stair- 7 stiches Put a pitchfork through my foot, the pueed it straight out again. More than I can count cuts/grazes.
The People's Hero Posted 9 February 2009 Posted 9 February 2009 Fell over a few times in a nightclub last Saturday. Despite there being 120+ photos, none of these were captured on camera. Happy days. My girlfriend fell over a couple of times the week before in the same club too. Managed not to fall over on the snow/ice. Result.
lookwhaticando Posted 9 February 2009 Posted 9 February 2009 I'm the kind of clumsy fucker who falls once each winter. This winter has been no different. I took the classic "feet from under me" slip to oblivion. Knowing there was a patch of the world's smoothest, cleanest ice, I took a very cautious approach to taking a right turn to make the stairs. Caution wasn't enough, my foot still went from under me within a millionth of a second of me placing it on the ice patch. Luckily, I was only turning to line up with the stairs... as I hadn't actually got in position ready to climb, I was to the side of the stairs, and hence there was nothing near me and the ground - so no ugly metal stairs to smash my brains onto. Clean fall, flat onto the deck, right arm down first. It was an adrenaline rush and I must confess I laughed a little upon impact. I always find it funny when falling down and injuring myself. My arm hit the deck first, and it hurt a little - the elbow mostly - it's still the most tremendous yellow colour, three weeks later. I'm beginning to think there's something potentially badly damaged that should be inspected, but it's not hurting so I can't be arsed. The best part was the fact that it was about -26 that day, and with the strong winds it felt more like -35 or so. It was bloody cold. So I'm glad I didn't hit the metal stairway, I'd probably have gotten stuck to the fucker.
BoneDog Posted 9 February 2009 Posted 9 February 2009 I fell over in the snow/ice on me way back from the chippy. I was eating chips n curry on a tray. My feet slipped and I landed on me frickin elbows, it killed. Chips n curry everywhere, was gutted i'd only just started em and they were lovely. There were people walking behind me aswell which made it very embarassing
Alexikokopops Posted 9 February 2009 Posted 9 February 2009 I remember one. I was walking home from Uni. I'd popped into the Business School on the way home to pick up a huge folder of all my sister's assessed work from her three years at Uni (she recently graduated at the same Uni as me). I had that tucked under one arm and a cone of chips in the other, sustinance before the afternoon of drinking I had planned. I was enjoying my walk home. The chips were good, the weather calm. In fact, I think there were even some birds singing as I strolled past the sex shop with the owner who always stood outside looking smug because he owned loads of porn. None of this prepared me for the horror I was about to encounter - a rouge banana skin on a wonky paving slab on the corner of my street. Literally head over heals. In my attempt to keep a hold of all my sisters work my chips (and gravy) went everywhere. Hair, clothes, pants, it covered the lot. Singed my eyebrows and all. I took my full body weight on my right elbow, which instantly swelled to the size of a baby elephant and stayed that way for weeks after. To this day I'm the only person I know who's actually slipped on a banana skin. Never again.
BoneDog Posted 9 February 2009 Posted 9 February 2009 I remember one. I was walking home from Uni. I'd popped into the Business School on the way home to pick up a huge folder of all my sister's assessed work from her three years at Uni (she recently graduated at the same Uni as me). I had that tucked under one arm and a cone of chips in the other, sustinance before the afternoon of drinking I had planned. I was enjoying my walk home. The chips were good, the weather calm. In fact, I think there were even some birds singing as I strolled past the sex shop with the owner who always stood outside looking smug because he owned loads of porn. None of this prepared me for the horror I was about to encounter - a rouge banana skin on a wonky paving slab on the corner of my street. Literally head over heals. In my attempt to keep a hold of all my sisters work my chips (and gravy) went everywhere. Hair, clothes, pants, it covered the lot. Singed my eyebrows and all. I took my full body weight on my right elbow, which instantly swelled to the size of a baby elephant and stayed that way for weeks after. To this day I'm the only person I know who's actually slipped on a banana skin. Never again. Hahahaha. And the only person to have their eyebrows singed by gravy.
Trav Le Bleu Posted 9 February 2009 Posted 9 February 2009 To this day I'm the only person I know who's actually slipped on a banana skin. Never again. We all know that it's propaganda by the anti-banana brigade!
Guest Posted 9 February 2009 Posted 9 February 2009 We all know that it's propaganda by the anti-banana brigade! We need no propaganda.
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