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Here is one for ya........
I went to a neighborhood party Saturday night. I was there about two hours when the host of the party comes walking into the kitchen. His name is Orehon. He goes by "O". Anyway, he is about 350 and stands at 6'2" or 6'3". I was standing in the kitchen with my back to the stove and when he walked in, he proceeded to jump at me and I guess he thought I could, first, catch him and then, second, hold onto him. He was just horsing around. He gets alittle crazy when he's all "rounded" like that. I remember him coming towards me and then the next thing I remember is being asked if I was OK and being helped up.
Here is what happened. He landed on me so hard that he took me off of my feet and drove me into the stove. My head caught the handle of the oven door and tore it off. "O"'s 350 LBS plus my 210 LBS took the stove off of its base. Here is the kicker. There were pots of food on the stove. The food was catapulted up into the air, in an arc, and landed on the other side of the kitchen.
I had a cup in my hand and I never spilled a drop. I don't remember getting up or "O" actually landing on me. I can only go by everyone's comments. I think they thought I was really hurt.
My back is stiff and I do have a knot at the base of my skull. I guess I am lucky.
It ain't a party till someone gets hurt.
I went to a neighborhood party Saturday night. I was there about two hours when the host of the party comes walking into the kitchen. His name is Orehon. He goes by "O". Anyway, he is about 350 and stands at 6'2" or 6'3". I was standing in the kitchen with my back to the stove and when he walked in, he proceeded to jump at me and I guess he thought I could, first, catch him and then, second, hold onto him. He was just horsing around. He gets alittle crazy when he's all "rounded" like that. I remember him coming towards me and then the next thing I remember is being asked if I was OK and being helped up.
Here is what happened. He landed on me so hard that he took me off of my feet and drove me into the stove. My head caught the handle of the oven door and tore it off. "O"'s 350 LBS plus my 210 LBS took the stove off of its base. Here is the kicker. There were pots of food on the stove. The food was catapulted up into the air, in an arc, and landed on the other side of the kitchen.
I had a cup in my hand and I never spilled a drop. I don't remember getting up or "O" actually landing on me. I can only go by everyone's comments. I think they thought I was really hurt.
My back is stiff and I do have a knot at the base of my skull. I guess I am lucky.
It ain't a party till someone gets hurt.