oh wow, paintball bruises.........makes my exposed spine look silly.
Can I do anything for you? do you need a blanket?
Can I do anything for you? do you need a blanket?
P8 so good it nearly killed me
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You sure you werent actually watching porn marioOriginally posted by Mario
cue much tissue wiping etc etc. What p8nt does to us eh?
iots ok jose we didnt forget you u want a baba? how about a rubberthinge taht babys suck on
lol hope u get better jose.
God Jose you are so accident prone........
I was lookin back through some issues of PGI (as ya do ) and I found this in No.171 (page 93 if ya wanta look):
If I typed it out it would take all day so well you know with my ickle fingers I went searchin 4 it on the site aint found it yet tho.............
I was lookin back through some issues of PGI (as ya do
) and I found this in No.171 (page 93 if ya wanta look):If I typed it out it would take all day so well you know with my ickle fingers I went searchin 4 it on the site aint found it yet tho.............
Ahaaaa there ya go:
Last year, simply the best: woodland.
Two players left against three of us, just me and two back men. So I ran up, keeping low while the back men made their way forward. Other players spotted my team mates, so I made a dash across some open ground while thye were distracted.
Ground was uneven and I overbalanced, no problem.. I just forward flip and back on my feet, just like Sup-air.
Didn't see the tree stump.
240 lbs of sprinting lunatic slams down with his lower back on a broken tree stump.
Next I'm laying on the ground wondering what day it is, what just happened and did anyone see the rhino that ran over me.
I get up, as the site first aider gets to me and shakes his head saying "Jesus, you got up". All four pots in my slam harness shattered, EVERY ball in my hopper burst and blaze pouring out everywhere I hobble up the field feeling something clicking in my lower back with every step.
I get to the other end, the back men have eliminated the other team, our captain didn't see me go down yells "run the flag".
So I do, sprinting the length of the field, tasting blood and wondering why everything is slightly purple. I hang the flag, wander towards the tape, a spectator shouts at me to "stay in" and I turn round, then slowly collapse wondering who the hell is playing those drums.
So, I got one concussion, bruised kidneys, strained lumbar muscles, bruised ribs and a contusion shaped like map of Baghdad (circa 2003) imprinted on my lower back. Missed a week of work and had to watch a lot of daytime crap TV (it's a government conspiracy.. reduce unemployment by driving them to suicide).
The moral o this story? If I hadn't been wearing a quality battlepack with decent lumbar support I'd have broken my back. My JT slam harness saved my spine.
Where was the Jt harness this time Jose
I jest Jose, But bloody hell mate you've been in the wars ain't ya
Last year, simply the best: woodland.
Two players left against three of us, just me and two back men. So I ran up, keeping low while the back men made their way forward. Other players spotted my team mates, so I made a dash across some open ground while thye were distracted.
Ground was uneven and I overbalanced, no problem.. I just forward flip and back on my feet, just like Sup-air.
Didn't see the tree stump.
240 lbs of sprinting lunatic slams down with his lower back on a broken tree stump.
Next I'm laying on the ground wondering what day it is, what just happened and did anyone see the rhino that ran over me.
I get up, as the site first aider gets to me and shakes his head saying "Jesus, you got up". All four pots in my slam harness shattered, EVERY ball in my hopper burst and blaze pouring out everywhere I hobble up the field feeling something clicking in my lower back with every step.
I get to the other end, the back men have eliminated the other team, our captain didn't see me go down yells "run the flag".
So I do, sprinting the length of the field, tasting blood and wondering why everything is slightly purple. I hang the flag, wander towards the tape, a spectator shouts at me to "stay in" and I turn round, then slowly collapse wondering who the hell is playing those drums.
So, I got one concussion, bruised kidneys, strained lumbar muscles, bruised ribs and a contusion shaped like map of Baghdad (circa 2003) imprinted on my lower back. Missed a week of work and had to watch a lot of daytime crap TV (it's a government conspiracy.. reduce unemployment by driving them to suicide).
The moral o this story? If I hadn't been wearing a quality battlepack with decent lumbar support I'd have broken my back. My JT slam harness saved my spine.
Where was the Jt harness this time Jose
I jest Jose, But bloody hell mate you've been in the wars ain't ya
out for another month my troll like healing powers are no match for this one.
I've also had 4 head injuries that required hospital treatment, rode a mountain bike off a 25 foot cliff drop (walked it as a kid.....forgot about coastal erosion) three stitch ups after dog bites, one assault that left me with a full rebuild of my incisors and canines in the top jaw, another assault jumped by six idiots in a subway (me and El Padre on here)..... they won't be doing that again.....very messy and all that on top of my job.
The triage nurse in casualty knows me by name.
I'm an accident that doesn't wait to happen.
oh, and ask the El Mariachi's about cuba-cuba.
my troll like healing powers are no match for this one.I've also had 4 head injuries that required hospital treatment, rode a mountain bike off a 25 foot cliff drop (walked it as a kid.....forgot about coastal erosion) three stitch ups after dog bites, one assault that left me with a full rebuild of my incisors and canines in the top jaw, another assault jumped by six idiots in a subway (me and El Padre on here)..... they won't be doing that again.....very messy and all that on top of my job.
The triage nurse in casualty knows me by name.
I'm an accident that doesn't wait to happen.
oh, and ask the El Mariachi's about cuba-cuba.