Tuesday, October 6, 2009

True Story Tuesday

This post is brought to you on behalf of True Story Tuesday, hosted by Rachel.



I'm gonna tell y'all a little story but you have to promise not to laugh AT me, laughing WITH me, well, I can prolly allow that, cuz I laugh at myself sometimes, too.

Uncle Bubba and I were in high school and were going to summer school. One morning, we stop for gas, fighting of course, like young folks tend to do when they are all crazy in love. The car was a Chevy Caprice (I think...hell, I'm young with alzheimers, remember?) whatever, it was a TANK of a car with the gas tank in the back. Uncle Bubba tells me to pull the car up and me, being the classic pissed off bitch that I am, gets in, leaves the door open and one leg hanging out, and pulls the car up. What I didn't know was that there was a concrete pole there and the door slammed into it, closed on my leg, and was jammed shut. My leg was stuck in the door and the door was stuck by the pole. I was screaming for Uncle Bubba to HELP ME DAMMIT!!! He was laughing too hard to help and yelled for me to put the car in reverse to get the door unstuck so it would open. I did and my leg was free. I was in such pain. Did I mention that Uncle Bubba was STILL fucking laughing? Cuz he was...that turdbutt! When I finally stopped crying, I started laughing too. I ended up NOT having a broken leg, how I'll never know because at the time, you know WAAAAYYY back then, I was all skinny and shit and there was very little meat on those bony legs for protection.

Uncle Bubba LOVES to tell this story and he laughs so hard, still, 17 years later, he still laughs until he cries!

6 comments:

  1. Am always laughing WITH you Y. I've never heard that story, that is too funny. You are lucky you didn't kose your leg, although that would have been funny as hell walking into the little bar in Branson and meeting Peg Leg ..

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  2. Oh that is a good one. I am pretty clumsy and prone to injuring myself so it sounds like something I would do.

    BTW - my first car was a caprice classic. I called it the boat. I never jammed my leg in the door but I ran into those big ass bumpers every time I walk by that beast.

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  3. I am most definitely laughing WITH you. Funny story!

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  4. Wow. I could barely turn my Mercury Mystique, which was like 5 foot long. I can't believe you smashed your leg like that! Can't believe it wasn't broken either. Laughing WITH you here.... just saying!

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  5. Sorry, laughing too. Sounds like something I would do. I'm accident prone and my middle daughter seems to have inherited the trait. Her middle name is Grace because it's the only way she got any.

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  6. Oh my gosh! How in the world did your skinny little leg bend the car door like that and NOT break?! That is crazy, insane!

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