Okay, I'm in the bathroom stall at work. I use the 2nd floor washroom for those who care because there USUALLY aren't many people in there. Anyway, I'm getting ready to shoot pgf2a in my tri's...which are starting to fucking sting by the way since I just shot a few minutes ago (I may also have to go use the "facilities" as well half-way through this so if there is a break in continuity you'll know why). Anyway, I fucking slipped and jabbed myself in the finger, bending the needle to a near 90 degree angle. There's blood spurting out on the floor and I'm thinking, "Ah fuck, can I still use this pin [which is loaded and I have one more only for my other tri]?" My answer: Why not?
***Damn, bathroom calls hold on a sec.***
Okay, where was I? Yeah, so I decide to shoot anyway at one hell of an awkward angle. Some fucking jackasses came in the bathroom at that point. One of the dicks decides to use the stall next to mine. So, I shoot anyways, it all goes in okay, and I pull out. Man, did it ever end up being a bleeder. So, I've now got blood pouring down my arm and onto the floor and I'm hoping the asswipe in the next stall doesn't notice. He left, fortunately. Man, it was a massacre. I shot the other tri with no problems at least. If that one had bled too I would have passed out - which I'm impressed I didn't as it is. It took me a little while to clean up all the blood. At that point, a team of highly trained ninjas entered the bathroom. They came at me from left and right. Fortunately, I always carry a sword in my pants, so I yanked that fucker out with a fierce determination in my eyes. It was a terrible battle but I overcame the onslaught and took out every last one of those damn ninjas. Okay, so the ninja part was a bit of an exagerration.
Anybody else got any stories to share?