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"Ouch!!"

Something inane but painful. I was walking through flat the other night, barefooted and as I traversed two steps in one go and placed my foot upon the floor, something pierced my skin. I hobble into the bathroom in agony and find a drawing pin embedded into the sole of my foot. The head was almost buried and it was most unpleasant removing it; prising it from the part of body where the most nerve ending are located.

So there you go.

I remember walking behind my mate through this sort of workyard place, when he stopped suddenly and completely froze.

"What's wrong?"

He pointed at his foot. 9 in nail, right through the centre of his foot. I winced. It wasn't pretty, I tell you.

Coming up to the top of the stairs in the attic, I place a hand sharply on the floor to aid myself up (I ran up the stairs in a wierd half-crouched gallop) when I felt something wierd in my left hand.

I inspected it, and it turned out I had unluckily slammed my hand down on an Ear-ring.

Still have the entry hole in the palm of my hand - seems as though the flesh didn't re-build at the top. It's in the bally bit where the strength goes when you push something. That bit.

Atleast you didn't get your hydraulics crushed between your hands :P

I once fought a grizzly bear and had my head bit off.

I also got my hands crushed between the hydraulic sections of a forklift truck.

One of these did not happen.

I once managed to step on a staple without realising.

I put on me right foot shoe, started walking and it felt wierd.

Went back in the house, took off me shoe and there, inside my foot, was a staple - both points in - right in.

I'd managed to staple a sock to my foot.

It didn't hurt so bad until I looked at it.

The scar lasted for a couple years then eventually faded.

I remember my dad on a camping trip.

"Careful when collecting the fire wood, some of these pieces have nails innn...OOOW!"

Straight through his foot.
He can't watch Home Alone any more. I pity him; it's a classic movie.

I once got a dart stuck in my foot. I was playing darts barefoot and one hit the metal bit of the fram, bounced back and lodged itself in my foot. Painful at first, but after a couple of days it was surprisingly easy to cope with.

I've cancer testicles when I'm overweight in the summer.

And my brain goes blue when the scratching eats me wound and kills all hope.

Only me, in life will it happen.

I'm reminded of the skinny guy in Home Alone, going up the basement stairs.

Something inane but painful. I was walking through flat the other night, barefooted and as I traversed two steps in one go and placed my foot upon the floor, something pierced my skin. I hobble into the bathroom in agony and find a drawing pin embedded into the sole of my foot. The head was almost buried and it was most unpleasant removing it; prising it from the part of body where the most nerve ending are located.

So there you go.