I once fell on a bike pedal when i was about 4.
my mate had a new bike thats pedal had snapped off,but had left the spindle,with a sort of toothy metal bite on it...
He told me to look out for his mam,and if i saw her jump off the bike....
So the genius i was back then,decided to ride the bike sitting with my legs both on oneside....
I saw his mum looking out of the blinds and pushed the bike away....only for me to fall back on the bike pedal and for it to stick right through my brand new green chords and right up my arse crack.
Im squatting in the street screaming my head off whilst looking down at a river off poo and blood,and also a creamy line running through this brown and dark red flow....
I needed a few stitches after that i tell you.
As my bro couldnt remove the Raleigh striker from up my arse for about 10/20 minutes,he put me in the boot of the car and took me to the hospital.