Now here's a story on how a bucket met my head

[Divineslasher]

I was in woodshop class and i was minding my business eating M&Ms and watching my freshman friends throw **** at each other. One of them started whispering into a couple of my friends ears and i knew something was up. He didn't come tell me what he was gonna do to the victim, so i knew what was going down. THEY WERE GONNA AMBUSH ME.

So i got up from my seat and said.

"YOU SONS A *****ES ARE GONNA THROW **** AT ME"

one of my friends nodded their heads yes and i made i run for the door that led into the woodshop room. I dodged their attacks and slammed the door shut. Hitting someone from behind. They try ramming me through but i held my ground. But they got to be to much and i was slipping. The door opened up and I was trying to push them back. Suddenly There was no force behind the door and I was wondering where were they. Next thing you know it, I 15 pound metal bucket landed on my head on the shape edge. Cutting an inch and a half of my head open. I placed my fingers on the gash and my fingers sank in. I wasn't bleeding too much...maybe because i had my hand over the gash and everything soaked onto my hands. The paramedics came and took a look at it. Then my dad came and took me to the hospital where they would put a sort of gel numbing agent.(i forgot what its called). Then i waited and waited and waited for a good 3 and a half hours. The numbing agent wore off by then and they cleaned my wound. I felt everything, the stinging, the rubbing against my exposed skin. The worse part was when they put the staples in me.
I felt every single staple penetrate my skin and skull. It wad the worst and they hadto put in 8 staples X_X

here's a pic of the gash >.>:

Now here's a story on how a bucket met my head

[Divineslasher]

care you bastards ;_;

[Divineslasher]

care you bastards ;_;

[Chaos Poet]

holy crap

[Chaos Poet]

I care, I would have been scared sorta S*&*less. Of course then I would have had to Animorph into a Spartan and me along with my 300 would have to kick some A*%.

[Divineslasher]

I was laughing and cracking jokes about it. o_o

[Kaiser]

*Doesn't care*

[Flask]

Why did you have **** to throw at each other in woodshop class?

[Flask]

And your friends aren't your friends if they attack you with a freaking bucket.

[Kaiser]

Of course there friends. Its the Ol' bucket attack, Its been showing friendship since 1768.

[crazyisraelie]

I am sorry to hear that. That picture is ugh.

[Chaos Poet]

Where was the teacher?

[Flask]

Where was the teacher?

He or she was creeping up behind him with the second bucket when she saw the gooey wound and ran away.

[Delta1212]

All I could think while reading this (especially after the title) was:

When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in the neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had a dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, Holmes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo, Holmes, smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there, to sit on my thrown as the Prince of Bel-Air.

[IronSoldier820]

I'm with Delta here. Upon seeing this title I instinctively thought I would be a story that would end with "Bel-Air"

[Divineslasher]

I'm with Delta here. Upon seeing this title I instinctively thought I would be a story that would end with "Bel-Air"

XD@delta and soldier

I did that on purpose btw.

They're friends, it was just an accident. But of course ima be more strict with the freshmen for now on. >_>

[wethepeople]

Similiar story happened to me, except it was my fault. >_> Mom's always say don't slide down the side rail of the stairs. They are right. When I was like six, I did. I slid down, lost my balance, and fell right off to a 3 foot drop, then my head straight onto  a vase. An old, old one. Split the thing in two, and my head got line an inch split in it as well. Blood was going everywhere, I remember them holding me up into the sink and washing it out of my hair. xd Then I went to the hospital, was asked if my dad had a staple gun (Like the guy was holding.), I said yes, then they proceeded to shoot  four or five staples into my head. Still have the scar there today.

[nygfan65]

ouch.

[Flask]

When I was six, I was at a birthday party in a bowling alley. It was my turn to bowl, but for some reason my cousin was getting his ball off of the conveyer thingie. I was going up to throw ze bowling ball when I tripped over my cousin's leg and fell. The ball came crashing down on my finger, crushing it. So, yeah, painful stuff. Got it stitched up, and had to use gauze (sp?) for a few weeks. My finger is now misshapen and split. Not noticeable unless you're looking for it, but...

[Divineslasher]

>.>

<.<

Anyone else with a story of their own?