Comments on: NAOMI CAMPBELLING MY ULNA AND HUMERUS

By: The Incredible Kid

The Incredible Kid — Fri, 04 Jul 2008 14:44:37 +0000

Breaking my arm skateboarding was much less squeamish than your story. Sorry to hear about it. Anjali and I will be in NYC for a week in July if you need help doing any two-handed tasks.
Take care,
Stephen

By: ezra

ezra — Tue, 01 Jul 2008 15:49:06 +0000

Election day 1984: I jumped off a slide in the Stuyvesant Town playground and caught my foot on the edge. I landed on the concrete headfirst (that explains a lot) and pinned my arm beneath me. The arm was broken numerous times and I got a sweet concussion. Worst part, when I woke up in the hospital Mondale had already conceded. Fuck you Reagan.
Then again, if given the choice of repeating this accident or getting tantric boned by Puffy, I’d take the concussion.

By: ritchey

ritchey — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 22:42:44 +0000

In 8th grade I was on the Freestyle (skiing) team, and on my way to “ballet practice” (a.k.a. the flat place underneath lift 4) I was going like 100 mph and apparently ran into a big huge guy going 100 mph in the opposite direction. I don’t remember it, because I had terrible amnesia for a day or so after the accident. I woke up in a pool of my own blood, with blood pouring–shooting–out of my mouth, and I was screaming “WHO AM I? WHO AM I? WHAT IS THIS?” Turned out my jaw was broken in two places and had to be set and then my mouth was wired shut for 10 weeks and I got so hungry I actually cried. The punchline is that I always hated skiing, even before the accident, and after the accident I hated it even more, but I still had to go every Thursday, Friday, Saturday Sunday because that’s what you did in my hometown and nobody seemed to think having a broken jaw should be any deterrent. I think your elbow story is worse, though, because you had to actually SEE the bone. That is disgusting.

By: sarah

sarah — Sat, 28 Jun 2008 19:42:24 +0000

P. Diddy:
“As soon as we landed, we went straight to the Eiffel Tower, drank champagne at the top and just kissed and kissed. Then we went up to my suite and had tantric sex for at least 30 hours, ordering up whipped cream and strawberries while we were at it.”
Pretty sure a dislocated elbow is worse.
Don’t feel bad about falling asleep. I drank like, half the bottle of wine that I brought for you and I now know the best and worst beach bodies by heart. I also learned some new diet/work out tips and read 15 issues of the Fader.