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My two favorite injury stories are from my sorority roomie - she likes to tell people she was drunk, but she wasn't.
Her first one - she's chilling at the Gamma Phi house the semester before I moved in, and she's just relaxing on the porch. We had a little side porch built off the house, raised about 2 feet off the ground. Well, Sarah decides to get a CD or something out of her car, gets up out of her lawn chair, and walks right off the porch. She sprained her ankle so badly she was on crutches for like six weeks.
Number two - it's the night we're moving into the house for second semester. I'm in our room, chilling out, and I'm starting to wonder where she is since classes start the next day. I call her up and she tells me she isn't coming back for a few hours, her fiancee is driving her back because she broke her wrist. I was like "haha, funny, where are you?"
Turns out she definitely did break her wrist - they were going ice fishing and she took one step on the ice and KA-BOOM.
My favorite drunk injury was one of our sisters walking through the screen door onto the aforementioned porch, knocking it out of the track, tripping over the door on the porch, and then falling off the porch. She wasn't hurt, but we were barbecuing with the SigEps and she got laughed at.
My worst drunk injury was either getting attacked by the chains on my boyfriend's loft as I tried to climb into it, or getting JACKED in the face by a sandal during a round of sandal golf.
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