All, Iâve posted this thread here primarily in order to save someone else moving it (I was intending to post this in the Arrsehole, but only mods. Can make new topics there. Feel free to move!). There is no real point to this; I just want to pass on something to you all I have realised as a result of something that happened to me last Friday night / Saturday morning. I travelled down south to see my mate after work on Friday. After a rather heavy night out involving not a little alcohol and some particularly devastating drinking games I decided it was time to go home. I only had a fiver left and the taxi would have cost me Â£23 for the 8 mile journey. After some particularly perplexing mental arithmetic and after calling the taxi driver a âcheeky wnaker,â for running such an extortionate business I set off on my travels.(Thanks a lot Emperor Mong) I had made it five miles and was in good time to make it in just less than two hours when I was struck by a car and left for dead in a ditch. When I came round I managed to phone my mate (with the aid of a passing driver who saw the incident and to who I am eternally grateful) and inform him âI think Iâve fcuked it, I wonât be coming home tonight,â and was subsequently strapped to a spinal board and taken to the local A&E for scans and âobservation.â The medical team were particularly impressed with the level of awareness I was displaying and decided, after a few tests including what I can only describe as a cheeky bum violation, (Quite what that was for I will never knowâ¦ ) that my injuries were non life threatening and that I could go to another ward. In the morning I awoke naked in orthopedics (they had to cut all my clothes off including my âlucky pants,â and socks ) and was informed that other than a slight bit of blood in my urine (I was struck from behind and my kidneys were a bit bruised) I was otherwise ok. No broken bones. No major head, neck or spine injuries. Just cuts and bruises more akin to when I played that Rugby cup final game last year and we got royally d*cked. Apparently I was âExceptionally lucky.â (Ermâ¦I just got ran over. Thatâs not luckyâ¦that not lucky at all!) Apparently you bounce quite well when drunk! Donât worry, Iâm not going to go all holy on you all and say that Iâve found God, although the big cheese upstairs was looking out for me on Friday! But Iâd like to pass on a message to whoever can be arrsed to read thisâ¦ Have a laugh when things arenât going so well. Iâve done quite a lot of laughing over the past few days. I got ran overâ¦how f*cking ridiculous is that?!?! What an idiot! There is ALWAYS someone worse off than yourself. At least I didnât have to jump on a grenade. At least I didnât get hit by a Cessna. Go out and have a laugh with your mates. Shag your wife/ girlfriend/ boyfriendâ¦a lot! If you havenât got one then go and ask that fit guy/girl out youâve been eying up for the last month! Get f*cked up when you want and live your life. You never know, you might get hit by a car tomorrow (again) I think Iâve seen the quote on the main arrse page âAdd life to your days, not days to your life.â So true. Someone said to me âSo I guess youâre not going drinking for a while then.â I said to him âErm, I think youâll find Iâm more likely to be giving up getting ran over. I shall be back on it after work on Friday!â Thanks for your time, F_G (AKA âBonnet!â ) P.S To those of you who might feel I am looking for sympathy, I am truly not. I donât expect it from my mates and Iâm not fishing for it on here. Iâm not that sad. I know that in the scheme of things this is a non-event however If you feel you must leave abuse, donât expect a reply because after posting this thread Iâm having nothing to do with it. I just hope that if someone needs a bit of a laugh and a pick me up story they can use mine. P.P.S If you were driving on the A37 and heard a dull thud as you were going alongâ¦Youâre a CNUT!!! Edited to add â Apparently only moderators can make new threads in the Arrseholeâ¦ NAAFI bar will have to do!