I've done lot's of stupid things, but most aren't really that entertaining.
First time I broke my nose was in 5th grade. Showing off I could do a front flip with no springboard and flipped to fast smacking into my own knee.
Lots of BMX wrecks that ended up with some kind of scar.
Carrying a piece of pipe so heavy it dislocated my collarbone but still worked all day after that. Never got it fixed so it's nice and arthritic now.
Pulled on a spud wrench so hard when the end broke off it hit me in the chin and chipped my jaw bone.
Got my glove ("safety" equipment) caught in a machine that was shut off, and the power locked out cutting off a finger.
Broke my nose when a drill caught.
Shot a nail through a board into my finger.
Broke both hands at least twice at some point or another. (All separately, not together.)
Picked up the end of a bar joist to flip it off the pile and the other end caught and threw is back into my leg leaving a nice S shaped gash.
Stepped on a few nails. One that I remember went all the way through. That one I was about 8 I think.
Cut a piece of angle iron with a torch, bent down to pick up the piece and stood back up into the end I just cut with my arm.
Got a finger between a piece of pipe I was driving as a stake and the 10 pound sledge hammer.
1/2 inch long metal splinter about 1/8 inch thick shoved completely into the side of my thumb.
That's all I can think of off the top of my head, but I know there has been at least 5 times that....
Don't do many jokes on people other than a bit of ribbing, and don't fall for many, so not much of that to tell other than the glove one most of you guys have already heard.
Oh, I was rock climbing one time. Just bouldering so I didn't have any of my ropes set up. Was about 15 feet up coming around an overhang. I grabbed this one hold that was a perfect fit for the nub, pushed out with my feet a little and let go with the other hand to go for the next hold. As soon as I pushed to reach the one I had a hold of broke off. Even coming straight out I managed to get my feet under me enough to hit with them first and go into a backwards roll instead of smashing down head first.
Just boring injuries for me really haha.
Yikes, Shawn!
My story hearkens back to my reckless youth (22) when I was sport parachuting with a fellow reckless Navy friend. Our drop zone used Cessna 206s which required us to position ourselves on our left butt cheek while holding the door frame, with our legs dangling out. We would hurl ourselves out by heaving with our arms, leaning forward so we would end up face down. It was my 3rd or 4th jump, I think, because I was still on a static line, which pulls the ripcord for you. All you need do is drop. I must have been leaning back somewhat on exit, or else my head was not tucked enough, but my exit found me back to earth, but falling nicely. Then I saw the pilot chute, a small parachute that pulls the big one out of the backpack, coming up between my legs. "Uh oh," I thought, and spread my legs wider to keep the main chute from getting tangled up in my legs. Fortunately, it didn't. 3000 feet about Antioch, CA one summer day in 1979, that chute zoomed up between my legs and cracked me like a whip. It all took about 1-2 seconds, but it was memorable. The next day my jumping buddy, who was still laughing about it, gave me a prescription for Darvocet for "parachutist pains" (he was a corpsman). I swear that I was 2" taller for about a week!