Oh boy, have I had some experiences in my lifetime...
One time I was riding my bike home from my (then) girlfriend's house, when she ran out behind me and called my name (I can't remember what for). I turned around to look at her, and then looked forward again, and god damnitall, there was a truck right in loving front of me. I thought I was screwed. I hit it. Turns out it was parked. My right knee broke the grill, and a piece of it was stuck in my knee. I just left my bike, and walked to a friend's house that was closer. I walked home, and he got my bike for me. My parents took me to the hospital where I got six stitches in my knee. I later talked to the owner of the guy, and he said, and I quote, [hillbilly accent] "Yea, it looked like I had hit a guy on a bike, but no one was there! (He showed up before my friend moved the bike)" [/hillbilly accent].
Just a couple of weeks ago, when I was working on the trains, I got the right side of my right pinky finger caught in one of the controls, and being the brilliance I am, I just ripped it out. I ended up tearing like, half of my pinky above the first knuckle.
My freshman year, I was waiting at school to be picked up by my mom, and when she finally showed up, I gave a hug to a friend I was talking to. I turned around from the hug, and out of loving NOWHERE, this kid comes running up to me and punches me in the balls as hard as he possibly could. I had to go to the hospital and have all these embarrassing tests done, like a sonogram on my loving nuts... done by a very hot girl nurse. I was pissed off. Doctors told me that the punch nearly gave me a hernia. When my parents took it to court, he tried to claim that my best friend did it.
