[civilian_number_two]

I discovered it was rake when I stepped on it and the staff end came up at the speed of light and smacked me in the face. The pain was terrible.

Wow! As a city boy, I often marvel at the dangers of rural life. I have never had to face the terrifying spectacle of the comically-misplaced rake. Frankly I am surprised you suburban types made it past childhood.

[Jordan]

Prior to the accident, I was under the impression that rake hittings to the face was a Loony Tune thing. Much like anvil's dropping from the sky and landing on your head.

My nose swelled up like a golf ball and my lips looked like angelina jole's. It really fucking hurt

[Enhasa]

As far as hand combat weapons- Back when I was a punk kid, I saw a long wooden staff laying hidden in the long grass of my garden. I went to go pick it up to do some serious starwarskid horse play. What I failed to realize is that the staff was actually a rake. I discovered it was rake when I stepped on it and the staff end came up at the speed of light and smacked me in the face. The pain was terrible.

I thought that only happened on cartoons. (Remember the Simpsons episode in which Sideshow Bob stepped on rakes repeatedly?)

My funniest injury: my best friend broke my finger in eighth grade when she put a beanbag chair over me and was hitting it. (She didn’t realize that I was holding up the chair with my hand, and she fractured my left index finger.)