Oh and to post on behalf of my husband, he gave himself a concussion on our homemade slip-n-slide that was actually a 100ft long piece of painters plastic. I had suggested putting an inflatable pool at the bottom but he said it wasn't necessary and went hard into that metal fence. I'm not sure if this was dumb,…
I used to be a varsity athlete. During one tournament, I had a lower-body injury and was not allowed to play, so my coach sent me to go do a light workout on an arm ergometer (which is like a stationary bike for your upper body). I was sitting on a stability ball working away on the arm ergometer when a song came on…
I did #1! I remember 5yo me thinking, "oh, right, that's totally what happens when you staple your thumb" as soon as I did it. Sigh. Sometimes I am amazed that the human race made it this far.
Wait...do other people NOT accidentally punch themselves in the face frequently?
I think I've repressed on the trampoline stupidity from high school. Because I remember a few Saturday mornings, waking up at my friend's house thinking "Why the hell does my left butt cheek and right ear hurt?"
I did that in bed once! Reached down one-handed to hike the covers a little farther up, but they were caught on something and didn't budge, so I just yanked harder. At which point I lost my grip and punched myself in the face. No lasting damage, but my husband couldn't go to sleep for twenty minutes b/c he was…
I once severed my tongue (did you know they could reattach those?) in a library, on the first day after their renovations (I ended up volunteering there 15 years later, it was apparently legend.) I tripped and bit it clear off.
Well, if you did that as an adult I'd give you serious side eye, but kindergarten me would totally have been a groupie for kindergarten you.
i want to call it right now, that is the dumbest thing i've ever heard.
Bloody nose and lip pulling up my own bra strap. My hand slipped and I punched myself.
Dislocated my jaw by yawning.
I yawned my face off.
True story;
So, I'm in the middle of a comedic wrestling show, wearing a prom dress and waiting for my opponent to get up so I can give him a flying elbow to the face. What's supposed to happen next is that I get hit in the back twice with a folding chair; once by an uninvolved wrestler and once by my opponent. My opponent…
Once, in a fit of teenage rage, I sliced the entire bottom of my foot off walking up the stone steps of our laundry room. And through my incredible teenage rage, I didn't register the pain or blood and walked around my carpeted house with my foot bleeding so profusely, my parents' came home from a meeting to find me…
I was maybe 12 or 13 and had just gotten into wearing heels. I loved how they made me feel. I would wear heels anywhere and everywhere, and not kitten heels but 5+ inches. So one time I wore them to the park with my friends, and I wasn't to just sit around, I loved to run around and play with everything at the park.…
This isn't my story, this is my best friends story. My best friend was living in Japan at the time, and her old roommate came out to visit her. My friend and her roommate went out with some friends one night and got REALLY DRUNK.
I got a friends knee to the boob on the trampoline once. Hurt for 2.5 years. Trampolines are no joke.
I fell down the three stairs on my porch, grabbed hold of the porch column with one hand, swung around and slammed face first into my car that was parked in the driveway.
I feel so bad for the actress.
If it makes you feel any better, about 5000000 comments so far here, on Twitter and Facebook are "UH BUT THEY SELL GUNS AT WALMART, JEZEBEL." And I don't think weed is their excuse.
