OK, OK, I'll comment on this...
When I was 13, a friend and I were in the woods behind my house. We were walking across a tree that had fallen over a creekbed about 15~20 feet up. I fell off and landed flat on my back - knocked myself clean out. The only thing that saved me was that I landed in the mud - thank God there were no big rocks or sticks. Anywho, I had my breath completely out of me as well as shad my pants. So I wailed around for a few minutes in pain, then had to "clean" myself up as his terror turned into uncontrolable ROTFLMAO.
My friend LOVED telling that story and I didn't think I would ever hear the end of it... until about 4 years later he was running from a dog and tried to hurtle a picket fence in shorts. He didn't make it and - no lie - ripped one of his testicles clean off and damaged the other one pretty bad. They were able to save the one but was laid up in a hospital bed for a good while recovering. Funny thing happened after that - he never brought up me shad'ing my pants again.
When I was 13, a friend and I were in the woods behind my house. We were walking across a tree that had fallen over a creekbed about 15~20 feet up. I fell off and landed flat on my back - knocked myself clean out. The only thing that saved me was that I landed in the mud - thank God there were no big rocks or sticks. Anywho, I had my breath completely out of me as well as shad my pants. So I wailed around for a few minutes in pain, then had to "clean" myself up as his terror turned into uncontrolable ROTFLMAO.
My friend LOVED telling that story and I didn't think I would ever hear the end of it... until about 4 years later he was running from a dog and tried to hurtle a picket fence in shorts. He didn't make it and - no lie - ripped one of his testicles clean off and damaged the other one pretty bad. They were able to save the one but was laid up in a hospital bed for a good while recovering. Funny thing happened after that - he never brought up me shad'ing my pants again.