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07-21-2011, 03:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2022, 01:00 AM by Fearless Community.
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The worst day of my life - can I tell two, alright I will.
My faggoty friend Andrew...
Andrew, he is my friend, but he is like, SO stupid but he is intelligence. I guess, he lacks common sense. He told an N word joke in class, he broke a window at the school with a rock, and he dented a bus because he wanted to kick it. So of course, I decided to go on a vacation to the mountains with him because after all, he is funny as hell. The house was amazing but at the bottom of a HUGE hill (it was a Ski Village) so we biked up it everyday. My friend Andrew took my bike to the top to get some breakfast before I had woken up, then he put it back in the garage, but he hadnt told me that he popped a bolt half loose in the front tire. Later that day, after lots of biking, I decided to call it a night and get ready to bike down the hill back home. I hopped on the bike and biked down the boardwalk and near the hill, on the way to the hill, I drove over a root, the bolt slipped, the front tire slipped out, and I fell over the handlebars, onto my face, also fucking up my arm REALLY bad. There was an event that night so I had literally 300 people I had never seen watch my bust my ass on a friends stupid ass bike... we had to drive 15 miles to the hospital as I was bitching about mah arm. That SUCKED.
The time I was "supposed to die"...
This is odd. I was, maybe, 9 was it. We had just bought the house we are in now, and were coming over to start moving stuff in, and I had my Aunt Michelle, Uncle Gildo and my cousin Danielle over here for reasons that I dont know about. We were playing tag at the top of the stairs and I was getting chased, so I ran to the stairs, and hopped on the railing with the intention to slide down to the bottom, as I had done it COUNTLESS times already. Of course, this was the unlucky time. I made it about 1/10 of the way down and fell... fell about 4 meters to the floor, hardwood floor. Landed on my head and shoulder. Blood all over the floor, and I was knocked out so bad. I woke to some douche bag like "Heheheh you are lucky son... Ambulance or Helicopter?" so I didnt answer him. I was strapped to a board. They threw me into a heli and took off, my mom right there, hysterically crying, as I tried to make out a few words in my whispery half dead voice. I got to the hospital and they said I clogged an artery and I was supposed to die... so after a few days of all this pain and a broken head and a broken arm and a broken shoulder... I got out... I was alive, most lucky thing I have ever heard. Landed on my HEAD! Ohgod it was SO scary.
Beat that, bitch :3
My faggoty friend Andrew...
Andrew, he is my friend, but he is like, SO stupid but he is intelligence. I guess, he lacks common sense. He told an N word joke in class, he broke a window at the school with a rock, and he dented a bus because he wanted to kick it. So of course, I decided to go on a vacation to the mountains with him because after all, he is funny as hell. The house was amazing but at the bottom of a HUGE hill (it was a Ski Village) so we biked up it everyday. My friend Andrew took my bike to the top to get some breakfast before I had woken up, then he put it back in the garage, but he hadnt told me that he popped a bolt half loose in the front tire. Later that day, after lots of biking, I decided to call it a night and get ready to bike down the hill back home. I hopped on the bike and biked down the boardwalk and near the hill, on the way to the hill, I drove over a root, the bolt slipped, the front tire slipped out, and I fell over the handlebars, onto my face, also fucking up my arm REALLY bad. There was an event that night so I had literally 300 people I had never seen watch my bust my ass on a friends stupid ass bike... we had to drive 15 miles to the hospital as I was bitching about mah arm. That SUCKED.
The time I was "supposed to die"...
This is odd. I was, maybe, 9 was it. We had just bought the house we are in now, and were coming over to start moving stuff in, and I had my Aunt Michelle, Uncle Gildo and my cousin Danielle over here for reasons that I dont know about. We were playing tag at the top of the stairs and I was getting chased, so I ran to the stairs, and hopped on the railing with the intention to slide down to the bottom, as I had done it COUNTLESS times already. Of course, this was the unlucky time. I made it about 1/10 of the way down and fell... fell about 4 meters to the floor, hardwood floor. Landed on my head and shoulder. Blood all over the floor, and I was knocked out so bad. I woke to some douche bag like "Heheheh you are lucky son... Ambulance or Helicopter?" so I didnt answer him. I was strapped to a board. They threw me into a heli and took off, my mom right there, hysterically crying, as I tried to make out a few words in my whispery half dead voice. I got to the hospital and they said I clogged an artery and I was supposed to die... so after a few days of all this pain and a broken head and a broken arm and a broken shoulder... I got out... I was alive, most lucky thing I have ever heard. Landed on my HEAD! Ohgod it was SO scary.
Beat that, bitch :3