How I broke my nose.

Allegretto · February 04, 2009, 04:23:20 PM

So on my way to computer programming on Monday I noticed a sign on the door. The sign read "Nazi social meeting in room 505". I could not believe this and decided to skip the class period to go and check it out. I got to room 505 and noticed a member coming back from the restroom, I slowly crept up behind him and gave him a nice karate chop to the back of the neck. I reached down and put on his lame uniform and walked into room 505.

Sakino shi iem I saluted while I walked in, the actual members all looked at me with a strange impression on their face. To avoid being figured out I simply stated that they were in the wrong room. They all said oh really and followed me to the correct meeting place. I led them onto the private jet I had waiting outside where we flew towards the grand canyon. I motioned for them to get out of the plane saying we were at the correct spot.

They all fell faster than an eye could see down to the pit of the canyon. However one was able to grab onto the left wing of my plane, causing my plane to spiral out of control as we fell towards the alps. (Plane flew to the alps while he was on the wing). We crashed and as I escaped the burning wreckage, still wearing that gay Nazi uniform. I was face to face with Gandhi.

Gandhi then claimed to be the actual god every religious person idolizes. I then was forced to ask him out of sheer curiosity what the true religion was. He replied with a confident grin, Gandhiism. I then asked if he could get me back to school before I was late, he placed a finger on my forehead and said then rejoice and return.

I then woke up beneath a water fountain, realizing I happened to be in school the entire time however tripping and colliding my face with the metal fountain above, leaving me knocked out.

I got up and walked to the nurse.

And that is how I broke my nose.

Has anyone else had any amazing stories about a broken bone?

Zovistograt · February 04, 2009, 04:28:59 PM

no true ones

SkyMyl · February 04, 2009, 04:34:19 PM

Awesome.

No stories because I have no broken bones.

Silverhawk79 · February 04, 2009, 05:55:05 PM

Wait, so you dreamed all that after being knocked out and breaking your nose?

Mario583 · February 04, 2009, 05:59:02 PM

*claps*
You are the spawn of crap.

Link3588 · February 04, 2009, 06:02:12 PM

The only bone I have broken is my heel. Some how I got a stress fracture and it just broke.

Allegretto · February 04, 2009, 07:17:49 PM

Quote from: Silverhawk79 on February 04, 2009, 05:55:05 PM
Wait, so you dreamed all that after being knocked out and breaking your nose?

Yep, pretty interesting eh?

First broken bone tu.

The Seventh · February 05, 2009, 05:57:49 PM

Quote from: Allegretto on February 04, 2009, 04:23:20 PM
So on my way to computer programming on Monday I noticed a sign on the door. The sign read "Nazi social meeting in room 505". I could not believe this and decided to skip the class period to go and check it out. I got to room 505 and noticed a member coming back from the restroom, I slowly crept up behind him and gave him a nice karate chop to the back of the neck. I reached down and put on his lame uniform and walked into room 505.

Sakino shi iem I saluted while I walked in, the actual members all looked at me with a strange impression on their face. To avoid being figured out I simply stated that they were in the wrong room. They all said oh really and followed me to the correct meeting place. I led them onto the private jet I had waiting outside where we flew towards the grand canyon. I motioned for them to get out of the plane saying we were at the correct spot.

They all fell faster than an eye could see down to the pit of the canyon. However one was able to grab onto the left wing of my plane, causing my plane to spiral out of control as we fell towards the alps. (Plane flew to the alps while he was on the wing). We crashed and as I escaped the burning wreckage, still wearing that gay Nazi uniform. I was face to face with Gandhi.

Gandhi then claimed to be the actual god every religious person idolizes. I then was forced to ask him out of sheer curiosity what the true religion was. He replied with a confident grin, Gandhiism. I then asked if he could get me back to school before I was late, he placed a finger on my forehead and said then rejoice and return.

I then woke up beneath a water fountain, realizing I happened to be in school the entire time however tripping and colliding my face with the metal fountain above, leaving me knocked out.

I got up and walked to the nurse.

And that is how I broke my nose.

Has anyone else had any amazing stories about a broken bone?

My first impression was that you got high on cocaine or something. It was that random.

But, then after you woke-up at the fountain, actually in school, I realized that the story happened deep within your subconscious while you were knocked-out.

I've done stupid crap before, and am lucky I haven't got a broken bone. yet.

Doodle · February 05, 2009, 06:04:52 PM

You showed them Nazis!
I've never broken anything. :)

Triforceman22 · February 06, 2009, 04:17:02 PM

Drugs do wierd things to people...

britneymahboy · February 06, 2009, 06:55:32 PM

I think I broke my weewee bone a long time, because now it's very flexible.