Sunday, May 14, 2006


Yow, is there anything worse than getting lemon juice into a papercut on your thumb? And then- while cursing about that and rushing to the sink to rinse your hands- stubbing your toe on the corner of the brush/kitchen paper/plastic-bag-holding press?
Double whammy, ouchity bloody ouch.


Blogger Jagd Kunst said...

Try a liver biopsy. Worse.

11:56 a.m.  
Blogger Red Mum said...

I feel your pain. YOu should have topped it out by banging your funny bone...

1:05 p.m.  
Blogger Kim Ayres said...

You have my sympathies. you may well identify with a past post of mine The Torturers Devices

5:46 p.m.  
Blogger Dr Maroon said...

Eating a Kit Kat with the silver paper on. Bare feet and Leggo. Vosene and eyeballs. The worst however, and you will never experience this, is jamming the sharp end of the pointy scissors you get on a swiss army knife, into the tender inner parts of your nostril while trying to trim your nasal hair.

9:59 p.m.  
Blogger Face said...

The other day I rubbed a handful of chilli on the inside of my eyeball. I then had to waste a whole litre of milk by pouring it onto my face in the hope that some would get into my eye. My face lactated for the rest of the evening.

3:10 a.m.  
Blogger Jagd Kunst said...

Aah, just scored another one to add to the list:
Get your chest tattoed in sub-zero winter temperatures with no heater by a guy who whistles to the music while blowing on your skin and telling you not to shudder so much while the tips of your fingers and toes are turned to blocks of ice as your blood escapes the pressure of its fleshy bindings.

9:11 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

I got punched in the chin once during a sparring match and almost bit the top of my tongue off, that was very sore- Memnock said, 'That is why you should keep your mouth shut!' while he held a blood soaked towel to my face.
Although Face, ouch, I did that once while making spicy prawns, tini tiny flake of chilli powder, cue burning, blinking, BURNING!
Jagd, what kind of tatto was it?

9:43 a.m.  
Blogger Jagd Kunst said...

It was a over shoulder wolf/stole. It's bright red, like my blood, but it was drawn on first in red pen, so there was pretty much no hope of him being able to see what he was doing.
Turned out alright tho.

9:51 p.m.  

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