I gotta say, I've bent but never broken. Ouch, sir. I've taken a swig or three of tequila in your honor. I was going to stop at one, but the sympathy pains still hurt too much.

Also, points to Che for the best response ever.

So, my worst injury ended with me breaking my spine, but since we're going for graphic here, I'll go with one I walked away from. Much more entertaining.

Was but a wee teenager, off at some summer camp at a college campus somewhere in D.C. screwing about with some other kids, we got in a bit of a shoving match on the way to the mess hall, all fun and games, right? I shoved one of the guys and he ran into the other, and they both fell into a thorn bush. We all stopped and stared at each other for a minute, and then they chased after me.

Took off across the street, ran up a gravel pit, and then leapt onto the next sidewalk. On this sidewalk, there was a small, four-stair incline. I didn't jump past all four steps. I tripped on the final step and flew forward somewhere in the range of eight feet and landed on the ground, on my left knee. Forward momentum kept me sliding, on my bare knee (hooray shorts!) for about another twelve feet. When I finally came to a stop, the other guys caught up to me to see if I was okay.

Half of the skin from my knee was missing. I had a hole open wide enough that you'd swear I was an anatomy sample. The muscle was torn and the kneecap was scuffed, and you could see behind the muscles all the way to the inner layers of skin on the other side of my knee. AWESOME. Also, tendons look funny when you see them up close.

Furthermore, iodine SUCKS.