[Nantuko Joe]

when he took his bike and continued his way. i heard that SWIIIIIISHHHH coming from my front wheel. i said:"NOOO !"
i had that 5 inches long cut in my tire ! I WAS 25 MILES from home !

That's the kind of moment where the little kid comes back and says:

Little Kid: That sucks. Hey, how about a Mikes Hard Cranberry Lemonade?

Karma: wipes blood from his forehead and cracks his broken rib back into place Mike's makes a CRANBERRY lemonade? I guess I'll try it...

all my motgher said to confort me was:"i think that kid hitted a wall there ! "
i must say i laughted out too, after all, i am a LITTLE FAT MAN that weights over 250 pounds.

Thank god, I'm not the only overweight kid here...

And does your mom like yell at you or anything when you come home all injured? I remember one time I was playing football with my friends, and got tackled wrong. As I landed, I heard a *crack!*, and my knee started killing me.

To make a long story short, I walked around on the knee for the rest of the day, then went to the hospital the next morning and found out it was a torn lateral ligament. I was in a kneebrace for 3 weeks, and the day I was able to take the brace off, I headed back out the door to play football again. My mom yells "Joe, if you get hurt again, I'm not taking you to the hospital. Hell, I hope you get hurt, because you're stupid for playing in the first place."

I go to the game. I tear the ligament in my left leg, and drive MYSELF to the hospital. 3 weeks later, after getting out of the brace, I reaggrivate BOTH knees while getting tackled wrong. My mom is half-threatening to put me on my own insurance plan if I play football anymore