We all know Greg's house, a place of childhood innocence and fun times. Many good times have happened on and around the side yard trampoline, but not today. This trampoline has been officially dubbed the "Ghetto-Line" for its lack of safety features/mechanisms.
The trampoline looks like an innocent fun filled adventure here, with a happy little boy doing tricks. But he was just one of the few lucky ones who managed to walk away unscathed from the death trap known as Greg's trampoline.
I was not as lucky. The picture below will show all the terror and injury this trampoline truly brings to happy little kids.
WHAM! Yes, this was brought upon me by a front flip gone too far. Too far into the friggin' uncovered springs that completely ruined my leg's shit. That is no pussy scratch, don't let your eyes deceive. That is acctually a 6-inch laceration that resulted in 22 sitches and a nasty smaller cut beside it that didn't result in stitches (but still sucks).
At the point the picture was taken I was saying to myself (or maybe outloud, I can't remember) "Holy fuck..." It was a totally crazy time, and as me and Rob decided can be completely blamed on Greg, just like arrest in East Freedom was completely Greg's fault. Haha, I hope my pain has brought someone a good laugh or two. It's funny now, but remember... Its all fun and games until someone gets a friggin' 6 inch laceration.
Here are links to the orignal pictures that are smaller but a little bit more clear. We couldn't get a great picture having only a cell phone, but we got some good shots none-the-less. Enjoy.
The Ghetto-Line 6 Inches of Total Laceration