When I was a kid, one day my friends and I were bored. We found and old bike with no seat. We decided on a dare to start jumping over stuff and whoever got hurt last wins. Exactly what you won was open for debate.
Now, my friend Steve Schore took it took a whole new level and fashioned a ramp using an unstable bucket and board. Then he tried to jump the ramp and failed miserably. Because there was no seat, a large chuck of his flesh was torn away by the pole protruding out of the bike.
Thereafter, the legend became that the pole went straight up his butt hole, that he can no longer poop, and that he can’t eat solid foods anymore. Sadly, when he came back from the hospital, we gave him the nickname of “pole boy”
. Man, we were ruthless.