Ringo
I like to not get involved in these matters
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Ah...the foggy memories are becoming clearer.
I was on a date (with my now wife) at a bar in London and the place was proper packed. The only way out of where we were sitting was to climb over the table. So I climbed over, bought some drinks and then tried to climb back into my seat. But the ceiling was low and I banged my head on something. It hurt like hell.
Back in my seat, I was trying to cooly ignore the pain on the top of my head. But then my date's face was struck with horror and I felt something warm trickle down my face. Turns out I had spilt my head open and blood was pissing everywhere. I climbed back out and trying to stem the flow, I looked for the toilet to clean up. I ended up stuck in the massive toilet queue, catching all my blood in cupped hands. It didn't drop down from my nose, it ran in a constant trickle. In the end it spilled over my hands, I gave up the ghost and just dropped the whole lot on the floor. I felt a bit dizzy so I went down on my knees. A bouncer then came over and looking at my head said that I should leave immediately and get stitches.
So we left...and went straight to a club where I danced all night long with napkins pressed to my head. Great days. Great days.
Another time I got really pissed after noticing that a certain new barmaid was mistakenly serving doubles instead of singles. Outside, having changed the sticky letters on their sign from Public House to Pubic Louse, me and my GF then jokingly ran away but I stumbled. I put out my hand to catch my fall and took all the skin off my palm. The flesh was hanging off in strands. Our friends caught up to us and asked what I had done. In the explaining of the events, I managed to trip over a nearby curb and shielding my bad hand, put out the other. Yep - took all the skin off that one too.
I woke up on my GF's sofa with my bloodied hands stuck to the duvet. After peeling them off, I saw two shredded excuses for palms filled with gravel and glass. Great days. Great days.
I was on a date (with my now wife) at a bar in London and the place was proper packed. The only way out of where we were sitting was to climb over the table. So I climbed over, bought some drinks and then tried to climb back into my seat. But the ceiling was low and I banged my head on something. It hurt like hell.
Back in my seat, I was trying to cooly ignore the pain on the top of my head. But then my date's face was struck with horror and I felt something warm trickle down my face. Turns out I had spilt my head open and blood was pissing everywhere. I climbed back out and trying to stem the flow, I looked for the toilet to clean up. I ended up stuck in the massive toilet queue, catching all my blood in cupped hands. It didn't drop down from my nose, it ran in a constant trickle. In the end it spilled over my hands, I gave up the ghost and just dropped the whole lot on the floor. I felt a bit dizzy so I went down on my knees. A bouncer then came over and looking at my head said that I should leave immediately and get stitches.
So we left...and went straight to a club where I danced all night long with napkins pressed to my head. Great days. Great days.
Another time I got really pissed after noticing that a certain new barmaid was mistakenly serving doubles instead of singles. Outside, having changed the sticky letters on their sign from Public House to Pubic Louse, me and my GF then jokingly ran away but I stumbled. I put out my hand to catch my fall and took all the skin off my palm. The flesh was hanging off in strands. Our friends caught up to us and asked what I had done. In the explaining of the events, I managed to trip over a nearby curb and shielding my bad hand, put out the other. Yep - took all the skin off that one too.
I woke up on my GF's sofa with my bloodied hands stuck to the duvet. After peeling them off, I saw two shredded excuses for palms filled with gravel and glass. Great days. Great days.
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