And a head injury, it seems.

I'm not sure what you just said. Are you on lots of pain medication?

OHMYGOD! CHickens is dead???!!!

I think he means, "There's a gerbil in my arse!"

I'm glad you're OK Chickens. (other than the broken ankle)



What happened? Lowside?

...and most importantly

How's the bike?

I need a bambulance!



Where are you sir?



I'm in a mother-Frostin phone booth! By the mother-Frostin Stop N Go!

Couldn't handle those cheerleaders after all huh?

If this isn't a joke, then Chickens, get well soon. Since you were wearing a kilt, did you hurt your riggin'?

first post fromthe emergency ward

There's something inherently wrong with you when you get to the ER and think to post to Gab.

My wife mentioned Bonky within ten seconds of having the baby.



Which was funny, because I mentioned Bonky a few times while we were concieving it.

heh, hiya chix, how'd the bike survive?

the bike's gonna need some front end minor work. the tire was pressing against the fender. and i'll probably need to get a new kickass costom paintjob. rats.

Get some custom training wheels while you're at it.

Hmm, I know a guy who does bike work... too bad he can't fix the broken chickens! [insert crying emoticon here]

Oh, and I'm glad you're ok and sorry you wrecked your bike.

hey john, can i get a custom icon of a cooked chicken with only one drumstick?

Get well soon Eric!

You need any help with recovery, I have a kick ass nurse outfit!

WHAT HAPPENED?!

they straightned my foot so i dont have the right hand turn in it anymore, but the actual setting will have to wait. there are two people ahead of me.



and you guys better make with the clickies on that first ambulance post. the emt's were cracking up that I took the time to tell you guys.



Oh and can someone please make the calling of the clans tonight and call the Buchannans. I'm gonna be a bit...tied up.

tell the Frost-ing EMT's to click your post then. i only click tits from today onward.

Not even clicks for chicken breasts?

Ever broken your ankle before, Chicks? I had ankle surgery and thought I was gonna die.







ps. If they give you extra Demoral, let me know mmmmkay?

Trae, I still have some left from when I had kidney stones. WHat will you trade for them?

crutches = ageless cool

I like the name "Eric." But I don't like the name "Get Well Soon."



It's just weird an inappropriate.



Another thread not read.

You should have told us you died in the crash, Chackens.

They may take my bike, but they'll never take.. our FREEDOM!!

Well, I fell down that stairs at work today! I have ice on my ass.

and declan's a profit







One would like to think that a Christian could spell Prophet.







Get well soon, dear Chickens.



I broke me ankle in 1987, had two surgeries on it. I fell down a flight of stairs.

How are the stairs doing?



Did you even care to ask?

How are the stairs doing



It's OK, I'm used to slapping bitches around. My fist doesn't even hurt that much.

Really. I seems like it would. Yanked from your sordid and tired imagination and such.

More importantly chickens, can you still be racist?

You should have told us you died in the crash, Chackens.



FIRST TO POST FROM HEAVEN!!!111eleventhirtyzee

Hey Kittuns! Still fat?

Hey Nerd!



Still retarded?



Yeah, guess you just don't grow out of downs syndrome.

WHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

<action>kisses chickenses lickle forehead and ruffles his hair</action>



Who's my BIG BRAVE little SOLDIER?!

It's Leppy! Is it Leppy? I'll bet it's Leppy. It's Leppy, isn't it?

hey john, can i get a custom icon of a cooked chicken with only one drumstick?



Hey! The first person to get a personalized icon with a missing limb should be me! I'm not saying I want or deserve an icon-I don't. But nobody should get a missing limb icon before me. I've been playing that sympathy/comedy goldmine card for a lot longer than chickens.

Actually, I've decided I need a pirate chicken with a peg leg.



I was coming around a switchback at about 20 mph. there must have been some gravel as I started a tiny skid. I could have easily corrected, but timing was bad and there was a car coming up the hill at the same time. I had the two second choice to either slam the car or lay it down. I laid it down.



I was wearing really good boots, that caught the pavement and gripped. My ankle snapped right above the bootline.



I now have two plates and four screws in my ankle and I can run at 80 mph as long as I do some favors for the government apparently.

Percoset is my friend.



Oh, and DeClan:



step4: prophet

But what about your riggin'???questionmark

ankle snappled right above the boot line



aint that a peach.



(made you look)



(made me ill)

I shudder to think what might have happened to the foot if you hadn't been wearing boots!

Ohhh! I don't shudder at the thought. Just think of the cap con we could've had!

Something like this methinks.

cybertronic plates and screws = futuristic cool

I now have two plates and four screws in my ankle...



My theory on motorcycles being stupid and dangerous = correct

My theory on motorcycles being stupid and dangerous = correct



Not so loud!!! The wives will hear...

Chickens,





Did anything happen to the boat you were towing ?



Did the skiers behind the boat go down as well ?



Glad you are not dead again, that was a real boring period here.





and

(final tip)

dont ever board a plane with your dope in your shoe any more, something tells me they are gonna be looking there at the airport from now on.

Revolutionary Chickens. Nice name

Hmmm...



"20 mph"

"had the two second choice"

What, no brakes? Maybe Frogpop can recommend a place where you can get riding lessons.



"I was wearing really good boots, that caught the pavement and gripped. My ankle snapped right above the bootline."

Boots=Tennis Shoes? My "really good boots" extend above the ankle.



And Lila didn't mean for you to get hurt when she ran you off the road, she was just trying to prove a point.



Glad to hear they were able to rebuild you Chickens. Get well and don't be afraid to jump on the horse again. And for Pete's sake, if you have to lay it down again, get on top of the bike.

<action>bumps Chickens' thread out of pity</action>Where in the Frost is Chickens??! He/she/it is okay, right? Anybody that knows, please post, because I (for one) would miss his/her/it's humor.

He's probably drugged to the Max, and they took away his GAB privileges.

Evil, Sadistic Bastards.







Oh Shakespeare!,



I was supposed to let this thread die, right?

Just got back from a weekend at the Grandfather Mountain Highland games (my destination on the bike). They treated me real well, giving me rides between my camper and the Clan tent in golf carts, etc.



Nobody asked what happened. They all just looked at the rash and said, "Umm-humm. I feel for you bro." Several wives said "See Honey? Those things are dangerous."



I just kept saying that it was a good excuse to get a kick butt custom paint job and replace the parts I wasn't thrilled with to begin with.



Two nights in a camper was a bit of a chore, and getting used to getting around on crutches. But I find I hop pretty dang good.



Oh and I still made the parade of Tartans in my kilt by borrowing a wheelchair and huffing it around the track. When we passed the review stand and the rest of the clan saluted by lowering swords or flags, I popped a wheelie in the wheelchair and rode it for maybe ten yards past the stand.



The crowd loved it.

The only down side was having to wait the appropriate four hours for the overnight percosets to wear off so I could start in on the Guinness and Scotch. Then having to wait to sober up to get back on the percoset.



Oh the struggles one must endure.

"kick butt" and "dang"?



When did you become Goody McGoodness?

Right after I broke my Frost-ing stupid leg.

No mixing of pain killers and alcohol?



When did they start that rule?

The crowd loved it.



Hehe, did ya kilt fly up? It did, didn't it?

First post ffom an ambolance



And this is what happens when our Chicken gets seperated from his spell check.

he becomes trixxens.

Sorry to hear about the ankle, Eric. I had the same thing happen to me in Baghdad last year, but just got some road rash and a permscar on my left knee.



DSpeaking of which, I'm trying to sell my bike, anyone want a 1983 honda cb 750?

Do we have to go to Baghdad to pick it up?

>Then having to wait to sober up to get back on the percoset.



there's a reason the label reads "warning: do not take with alcohol."



but no one's ever figured out what that reason is because it feels so good to take it with alcohol.

borrowing a wheelchair and huffing it around the track



I hope to god you kept your legs together in that kilt.

It was a bit touchy. The Sporran hung down a bit and bent the edge of my kilt down, but I did say that I gave the stand a salute.

My husband broke his shoulder in an atv accident yesterday. I think gimps are sexy. I have to help him get dressed. I think a kilt may be easier to get on (and off) than pants. Easy access!

firsy post from the obsatritions office. xray cap con to come soon!

Update- I now have a REMOVEABLE cast. Schweeeeeet. Tonight, I will soak in a hot tub, scabs and all.

"xray cap con to come soon!"



Oooh!

I've got one!

Chicken's colon



>*< Safe.



<action>waves hand around wildly</action>

Is that what they do at the obsatritions?!

It's hard to type on a damned cell phone, ALLRIGHT?!!!

Speaking of which, I'm trying to sell my bike, anyone want a 1983 honda cb 750?



Yes! Offer it and I'll accept.

first post from nightcourt

So I guess this is the part where you tell us how much you had to drink when you wrecked your bike, eh?

Revolutionary Chickens

7/27/2004 4:14 pm

first post from nightcourt



Just where exactly do you LIVE, Chix?

Nightcourt starts at 4 locally. I walked in, got buzzed at the metal detector due to the leg brace, then got put in the line that weaved back and forth in the room like a ride at Disneyland.



The room was un-airconditioned and there were maybe 300 people in there. I stand there on crutches looking pitiful, and they proceed to ignore the fact that I'm sweating like a pig and looking sicker by the minute. It was definately the longest I've been on my feet since the accident, and both my shirt and pants were soaked before anyone did anything.



Finally all the little DA assistants aside, some older guy comes out from behind the screen where everyone is paying fines and pleading guilty instead of going into court and comes back to see if I'm okay. He takes my paperwork, tosses the ticket, and tells me to go home.



The hottie that had been standing next to me and sharing my grief bout Shakespeare herself.

I know someone who jumped of a balcony when drunk, and shattered both ankles. They can't even look at operating until the swelling goes down, so he's been lying in hospital with his legs slung up for over a week. The guy I know him through has hooked him up with a PS2 though, so he's ok. He'll be in a wheelchair for 6 months. Ouch.

You have some pretty Frost-ing stupid friends.

Sez they guy who married someone from the internet.

You've never been to South Dakota, have you?