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[QUOTE="DestroyYouAlot:628260"]Ok, you know how they say 90% of accidents happen in the home? I'm getting dinner on Sunday (and I'm psyched about it). I pick up my plate, and (attempt to) walk from the kitchen to the living room. Y'know, the kind of thing toddlers can manage with a pretty high rate of success. Only I step on a freakin' [I]envelope[/I] that someone left lying on the tile floor, my foot slips out from underneath me, and I hit the floor, HARD. With my right arm raised and to the side, and all my weight on it. I'm watching the ground come up in slow motion, thinking, "Oh, SHIT, this isn't gonna be good," and then there's this fucking gross tearing/crunching noise, and my arm is right the fuck out of the socket. And I'm covered in Caesar dressing from the salad. This was probably the most excruciating thing I can remember, at least until I went into shock, worse than the time my ex sat THROUGH my knee and hyperextended it to where my kneecap was off. I must've sat there for a good five minutes swearing and yelling at everyone not to touch me before my arm goes "SCHLURP" back into the socket, which was almost as bad as when it came out (albeit somewhat of a relief). On top of that, my fucking steak and sweet potato are all over the floor, so my girlfriend puts them in the garbage disposal, which bums me out (I have this thing about wasting food). Seriously, the grossest thing ever; I keep reliving it in my head, too, which is a real good time. :pukeface: On the plus side, my girl's father layed a bottle of muscle relaxers on me, so that's fun. [/QUOTE]
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