Pulling power.
Great sporting injuries of our time:
1. David Busst snapping his leg in the mid 90's vs the Mancs.
2. Richard Hammond scraping his helmet on the tarmac while foolishly attempting to break the land speed record in a giant firework with wheels a month or two back.
3. Owen Gartside's nasty ankle/back/toenail injuries that kept him off work on alternate Fridays in the early 00's (dispite those that played footie with him the night before never noticing any problems during the games).
And now.......
4. Me having twinged my back again trying to lunge for a drop shot at the squash club this evening. And I've a feeling that the John Wayne style walk that I've had to adopt will raise a few eyebrows when I head off out shortly. Lovely.
posted by Hotstuff @ 9:07 PM
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9 Comments:
ouch, number 2.... there's me thinking he just had a big car crash but the first line you've written sounds far more painful.
p.s. in response to your lyric
I've toured around the world
from London to the Bay
It's hammer go hammer
MC Hammer yo hammer
And the rest can go and play
U Can't touch this.
As a 11-year old growing up in Colwyn Bay I often wondered if MC Hammer (latterly, just 'Hammer') had played a gig in my hometown whilst struggling to break through onto the rap scene, every time I heard that lyric.
And here is a related family guy youtube video: http://youtube.com/watch?v=btSD8fcrpg4
High quality link da 'Ward. I enjoyed that.
"Ouch, number 2". sounds nasty millward, better get to the doctors
You know I took the piss out of OG and suggested that he'd take a day off work for a toenail injury? Well guess what I did just before going to bed last night. That's right, accidentally smashed my foot into a doorframe and cut a toe open with a toenail.
I can't help thinking that I've been the victim of a viscous voodoo doll revenge attack.
That certainly was a quality link, Mward! I will have to watch your entire Family Guy DVD collection.
Poor Lunt. Has someone been careless with that cardboard cut-out that Mward made for Garts' leaving do?
Given the state that cut out was in by the end of that night, if it was a voodoo doll then Lunt would be turning up for work looking like he'd slept in the gutter and been trodden on by a posse of Glastonbury mud-dwellers.
Erm.
Fighting talk Gartside. You will be perfect plexed next time I see you, and no he's not really dead.
Lunt, I'm afraid I don't go in for that oiled up semi-naked man wrestling business. That was Mullock remember?
When you come over here we'll duel where real men settle their scores...on the bowls green.
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