Coming out of hospital with a dozen or so stitches in my lower stomach and going away to play a game of rounders. The old fella caught me and nearly battered me.
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The bloody Red Baron kept rolling out the score. ********
Took me a few years to get my head right after it anyways. There were a load of signs that it was a bad idea, but sure at 17 or 18 I had no idea how to read them. Hence me listing it in "stupidest things you did as a teenager", as opposed to "Dear Penthouse..."
Was she a decent ride? Anything positive we can take from this story?
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Originally Posted by Red Baron
Coming out of hospital with a dozen or so stitches in my lower stomach and going away to play a game of rounders. The old fella caught me and nearly battered me.
How you ended up with a dozen stitches in your belly sounds like an interesting story too!
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