Heres a funny one
Ok I was 19 years old with a fake id and in a sports bar in Rochester NY. For some reason people were armwrestling for money. I decided to get into the action.
I ended up beating 3 guys @ $20 each and was exhausted. My arm was going to explode and clearly my Hulk-buzz wore off. Defeat was inevitable. The guy was smack-talking me and I was about to lose. So I made a real bitch move and thrusted the guys hand (connected to mine) into his mouth/nose area. He stood up grabbed a Budweiser bottle and smashed it into the top corner of head.
Ok this isn't the end......
After my friends shuffled me out of the bar, and I was covered in blood, we got in a car and went home; debating whether or not a trip to the hospital was in order. The bleeding on my head was not slowing down.
I envisioned a scene from Rambo III in my head, where he poured gunpowder in his wound, lit it, forcing the wound to cauterize. So here was the million dollar plan : I heated up a metal spoon on my stove and forced it against my head thinking I could stop the bleeding that way.
The pain It caused was intense. The smell of burning flesh was foul. The bleeding seemed to get worse and was spraying out my head like a sprinkler. My kitchen looked like the OJ crime scene. Needlesstosay, I went to the emergency room and got 12 stitches.
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