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This is a true story (well.. except for the bits that I made up).
Last summer I was on holliday in Israel, and while I was exploring some historical remains in jeruselum, I fell and broke my Leg. This was unfortunate for several reasons:
1) I was miles out in the middle of nowhere
2) There was nobody else with me
3) I was loosing a lot of blood
4) It hurt a lot
I lied there for about an hour, shouting for help, until eventually an old Israeli man found me.
"whats wrong?" the old man asked.
"I've broken my leg, I'm loosing blood, and I think I'm gonna die. Otherwise I'm fine" I replied.
"Oh is that all?" he said, "I can fix that for you right now if you like?"
"Eh? how? your a nut-job aren't you?" I asked.
"I do not know what a nut-job is sir" He replied, "but if you eat these three cheeses you will be saved from your torment"
The old man then took out 3 differentley coloured cheeses (red, orange, and yellow), and placed them in front of me.
"You're taking the p aren't you old man?" I said, annoyed that the old git seemed to be having a laugh at my expense.
"no, I assure you I am not taking your p" he replied, "now just take a bite of each one and you will be cured"
Due to the fact that things couldn't get much worse, I decided I may as well eat the damn cheese. I started by taking a bite out of the red one (which actually tasted quite nice), and almost instantaneously, my leg stopped bleeding. This caught me by surprise, but I thought that it must just be due to the fact that I didn't have much blood left to loose (as most of it seemed to be lying in a puddle below me).
I then took a bite out of the orange cheese, and within 30 seconds, the pain in my leg vanished. I began to think that maybe theses cheeses did contain some magical healing properties (or maybe they'd just been laced with copious amounts of painkillers). Whatever the cheeses contained, they seemed to do the trick anyway, so I took a bite of the third and final cheese.
What happened next could only be described as a miracle. I felt a strange sensation in my leg, as if something was moving inside it. What followed was a loud, grinding, crunching noise, and a feeling of euphoria, which caused me to pass out.
When I woke up, the old man was gone, and my leg was completely healed. I stood up and looked around, but the old man was nowhere in sight. I put my hands in my pocket, and found a small folded piece of paper, which I figure the old man must of planted on me.
The note read: "Thank you for visiting jeruselum, you have been saved by Cheeses of nasereth"
Boom Boom
:D
Last summer I was on holliday in Israel, and while I was exploring some historical remains in jeruselum, I fell and broke my Leg. This was unfortunate for several reasons:
1) I was miles out in the middle of nowhere
2) There was nobody else with me
3) I was loosing a lot of blood
4) It hurt a lot
I lied there for about an hour, shouting for help, until eventually an old Israeli man found me.
"whats wrong?" the old man asked.
"I've broken my leg, I'm loosing blood, and I think I'm gonna die. Otherwise I'm fine" I replied.
"Oh is that all?" he said, "I can fix that for you right now if you like?"
"Eh? how? your a nut-job aren't you?" I asked.
"I do not know what a nut-job is sir" He replied, "but if you eat these three cheeses you will be saved from your torment"
The old man then took out 3 differentley coloured cheeses (red, orange, and yellow), and placed them in front of me.
"You're taking the p aren't you old man?" I said, annoyed that the old git seemed to be having a laugh at my expense.
"no, I assure you I am not taking your p" he replied, "now just take a bite of each one and you will be cured"
Due to the fact that things couldn't get much worse, I decided I may as well eat the damn cheese. I started by taking a bite out of the red one (which actually tasted quite nice), and almost instantaneously, my leg stopped bleeding. This caught me by surprise, but I thought that it must just be due to the fact that I didn't have much blood left to loose (as most of it seemed to be lying in a puddle below me).
I then took a bite out of the orange cheese, and within 30 seconds, the pain in my leg vanished. I began to think that maybe theses cheeses did contain some magical healing properties (or maybe they'd just been laced with copious amounts of painkillers). Whatever the cheeses contained, they seemed to do the trick anyway, so I took a bite of the third and final cheese.
What happened next could only be described as a miracle. I felt a strange sensation in my leg, as if something was moving inside it. What followed was a loud, grinding, crunching noise, and a feeling of euphoria, which caused me to pass out.
When I woke up, the old man was gone, and my leg was completely healed. I stood up and looked around, but the old man was nowhere in sight. I put my hands in my pocket, and found a small folded piece of paper, which I figure the old man must of planted on me.
The note read: "Thank you for visiting jeruselum, you have been saved by Cheeses of nasereth"
Boom Boom
:D
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This is a true story (well.. except for the bits that I made up).
Last summer I was on holliday in Israel, and while I was exploring some historical remains in jeruselum, I fell and broke my Leg. This was unfortunate for several reasons:
1) I was miles out in the middle of nowhere
2) There was nobody else with me
3) I was loosing a lot of blood
4) It hurt a lot
I lied there for about an hour, shouting for help, until eventually an old Israeli man found me.
"whats wrong?" the old man asked.
"I've broken my leg, I'm loosing blood, and I think I'm gonna die. Otherwise I'm fine" I replied.
"Oh is that all?" he said, "I can fix that for you right now if you like?"
"Eh? how? your a nut-job aren't you?" I asked.
"I do not know what a nut-job is sir" He replied, "but if you eat these three cheeses you will be saved from your torment"
The old man then took out 3 differentley coloured cheeses (red, orange, and yellow), and placed them in front of me.
"You're taking the p aren't you old man?" I said, annoyed that the old git seemed to be having a laugh at my expense.
"no, I assure you I am not taking your p" he replied, "now just take a bite of each one and you will be cured"
Due to the fact that things couldn't get much worse, I decided I may as well eat the damn cheese. I started by taking a bite out of the red one (which actually tasted quite nice), and almost instantaneously, my leg stopped bleeding. This caught me by surprise, but I thought that it must just be due to the fact that I didn't have much blood left to loose (as most of it seemed to be lying in a puddle below me).
I then took a bite out of the orange cheese, and within 30 seconds, the pain in my leg vanished. I began to think that maybe theses cheeses did contain some magical healing properties (or maybe they'd just been laced with copious amounts of painkillers). Whatever the cheeses contained, they seemed to do the trick anyway, so I took a bite of the third and final cheese.
What happened next could only be described as a miracle. I felt a strange sensation in my leg, as if something was moving inside it. What followed was a loud, grinding, crunching noise, and a feeling of euphoria, which caused me to pass out.
When I woke up, the old man was gone, and my leg was completely healed. I stood up and looked around, but the old man was nowhere in sight. I put my hands in my pocket, and found a small folded piece of paper, which I figure the old man must of planted on me.
The note read: "Thank you for visiting jeruselum, you have been saved by Cheeses of nasereth"
Boom Boom
:D
Last summer I was on holliday in Israel, and while I was exploring some historical remains in jeruselum, I fell and broke my Leg. This was unfortunate for several reasons:
1) I was miles out in the middle of nowhere
2) There was nobody else with me
3) I was loosing a lot of blood
4) It hurt a lot
I lied there for about an hour, shouting for help, until eventually an old Israeli man found me.
"whats wrong?" the old man asked.
"I've broken my leg, I'm loosing blood, and I think I'm gonna die. Otherwise I'm fine" I replied.
"Oh is that all?" he said, "I can fix that for you right now if you like?"
"Eh? how? your a nut-job aren't you?" I asked.
"I do not know what a nut-job is sir" He replied, "but if you eat these three cheeses you will be saved from your torment"
The old man then took out 3 differentley coloured cheeses (red, orange, and yellow), and placed them in front of me.
"You're taking the p aren't you old man?" I said, annoyed that the old git seemed to be having a laugh at my expense.
"no, I assure you I am not taking your p" he replied, "now just take a bite of each one and you will be cured"
Due to the fact that things couldn't get much worse, I decided I may as well eat the damn cheese. I started by taking a bite out of the red one (which actually tasted quite nice), and almost instantaneously, my leg stopped bleeding. This caught me by surprise, but I thought that it must just be due to the fact that I didn't have much blood left to loose (as most of it seemed to be lying in a puddle below me).
I then took a bite out of the orange cheese, and within 30 seconds, the pain in my leg vanished. I began to think that maybe theses cheeses did contain some magical healing properties (or maybe they'd just been laced with copious amounts of painkillers). Whatever the cheeses contained, they seemed to do the trick anyway, so I took a bite of the third and final cheese.
What happened next could only be described as a miracle. I felt a strange sensation in my leg, as if something was moving inside it. What followed was a loud, grinding, crunching noise, and a feeling of euphoria, which caused me to pass out.
When I woke up, the old man was gone, and my leg was completely healed. I stood up and looked around, but the old man was nowhere in sight. I put my hands in my pocket, and found a small folded piece of paper, which I figure the old man must of planted on me.
The note read: "Thank you for visiting jeruselum, you have been saved by Cheeses of nasereth"
Boom Boom
:D