i thought ginger beer had ring pulls eskie?

Ya know, I heard you can get tennis elboe from opening too many ginger beers.

I was at the local jump spot (ie big crater in the ground) on my mountain bike. I was having a little bit of a competition with a friend over who could jump the furthest on one particular run. On one jump I landed about 2 metres away from the lip then swiftly proceeded to stack it over the handle bars and landed hard on my shoulder. Having won the competition and buggered up my shoulder I went home. The next morning it was still seriously painful so I went to A&E, who X-rayed me and quickly found the problem.
I was 14 at the time and I should have had a soft region of bone under the ends of each bone called the epiphyses. This comes up as a grey colour on an X-ray. They showed me the grey region at the bottom of my humerus and then pointed out what was at the top by my shoulder... it was just a line! I'd compressed it really hard, I would have broken it had I not been still growing.
My arms are still the same length as each other so I guess it sorted itself out.
I've had worse accidents but I thought that one was just plain funny when I saw the X-ray

not sure, cause I was a tad pissed at the time, Woke up in hospital with a this and a that busted and my car was half buried in a ditch, and infact it's still there, it's safer that way....

i was four or five years old standing near a plexiglass (sp?) shead that we had on our grounds, trying to pull a bycicle pump off the roof when a mower blade that was wrapped up in the hose of the pump fell off and hit me in the face to this day i have a five inch scar under my left eye that runs from the bridge of my nose towards the edge of my mouth, that was not a fun summer

ff - What about "abrading"? Look it up you lazy bum!

Vi - The good stuff does (eg, Bundaberg), but I try not to have it too often; I save it for special occasions. I usually just drink the cheap stuff.

Final - "Tennis elbow"? That's sad but true .

Isn't that nice. Flamed because I'm a "teen despressionist"


NEWS FLASH

I'm not. I'm just different to you and could if I felt like it make life a ***** for you from here but I won't since it's unfair on you monkeys. Being born on this planet is like being born to suffer with no reward.

@heltak:

if you dont like it, then get



mine would probably the first time i broke a bone
which, ironically, was the first time i went ice-skating.
Broke it in three spots, in plaster for 2 months.

guys calm down.

people just get more and more arrogant

enough already!

Heltak, please, be the bigger man - ignore it and move on. Making idle threats will only encourage more abuse. Lighten up a little and people might not stereotype you in the future.

Arania, stop making it worse! There's no need for that. This thread is bordering on getting locked because of this crap.

whoa we need a mod here to chill some ppl off

It was just about six months after I'd got my driver's license. My parents decided that they wanted me to drive them to a dinner party and then take
the car back to the house as they were going to be driven home by friends they
were meeting at the restaurant. Mom and Dad made a show of my "chauffeur" status by seating themselves in the back. It was Dad's car, a really big Chevy Caprice Classic.

It was dusk, the brighter side of dusk. I was stopped with my wheels pointed left to make a left turn (for the goofy footed set, a left turn in the US is the turn that crosses in front of on-coming traffic) onto the parking lot of the restaurant.

The glare of highbeams in the rearview mirror irritated my eyes so I looked to find a car coming up my back. The headlights wouldn't veer off, the car was bearing down on me and I had a little difficulty believing that the car wasn't gonig to stop and instead just slam into us. I pumped the brakes a couple of times to make sure he saw my brake lights were on. I had only enough time
to yell out to my parents to watch out when the car crumpled up the rear of the Caprice. I'd managed to turn the wheels to about straight ahead and had kept the brakes on to avoid being pushed.

My seatback collapsed so that I almost was looking up at my mother from her lap.
My parents seemed to be OK (later turned into about 2 months of aches, pains and migraines for both of them) and I was more p*ssed off than anything else so
I scrambled out of the car to see how the Caprice fared.

The trunk was crumpled up like an accordian but no gasoline leak. I went to the guy who hit us, he was driving a beat up Chrysler New Yorker and I could smell the booze from about 5 feet away. He was passed out with a little cut on his forehead.