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That's commitment right there!

I went to work for a week year before last with what I think was swine flu. In Middlesbrough! Beat that motherfucker!

Have you not heard the story of when I was a younger and cut my foot open?
 
From http://www.not606.com/showthread.php/67399-I-suck-with-knives-(/page2?highlight=manned+****

I use to act when I was little (about 10 years old) inb4 ***, I grew out of it...

Anyway, I was in the Tyne theatre. I was coming out of my 'dressing room' and was walking down to the stage, all of a sudden this lass came up behind me and asked if I was okay. Obviously I said yes without knowing why she was asking, she gave me a weird look and walked off. Curious as to why she asked that, I looked down at my feet and saw a big pool of blood. Knowing I'd had foot injuries before, I didn't freak out and calmly walked over to a medic and asked him to have a look at my foot. As soon as the medic turned to look at me he freaked out and made me sit down immediately. He called in about 5 of his colleagues and they all gathered around me holding my blood soaked foot (this all was happening literally a few feet away from centre stage and they had to delay the performance mid show). I didn't really know what was going on and about 10mins later, the sole of my foot was covered in bandages. Just when my foot was dressed my time came to come on stage, people were advising me that I should probably not go on a get my understudy to do my part but I felt fine and to everyone's shock I walked onto stage. I done a 10 minute dance routine on my foot and then went backstage to try and figure out what happened to my foot.

Turns out I stood on a 3 inch nail (point facing up from out the floor) and not knowing I had stood on it, dragged my foot across the ground to which the nail tore through my flesh and left a 4 inch long, deep cut. You know what I did? Manned the **** up! Had a 3 inch deep incision on the sole of my foot for a while but I didn't care.

Moral of the story-I'm a ****ing solid motherfucker, even when dancing :D
 
From http://www.not606.com/showthread.php/67399-I-suck-with-knives-(/page2?highlight=manned+****

Impressive, especially at that age. I've dug up skalpel's holiday tale, it had me creasing.

I have heights, big dogs and water fears. Mainly because I fell off a 20ft bridge, was attacked by a german shepherd and was saved from drowning in the deep end of a swimming pool all on the same 5 day holiday when I was 6. Good times.

<laugh> Forgot to mention I also choked on undercooked bacon and had to reach down my throat to pull it out too. Wasn't the best summer I ever had tbh.

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Feel ill today, meaning I'll be on here a lot throughout the day, you lucky people ;)