deprivedfemme
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I shaved my tongue once.
I was playing with my Dad's razor, pretending to shave and be all grown up (I was 5-6sh? Something like that) I got bored pretending to shave my face and for some reason I thought that it might be interesting to shave my tongue.
I have no idea why I thought this would be a good idea, but I gave that razor a long lick like it was the tastiest lollipop ever.
I managed to open up a whole bunch of cuts on my tongue as the razor kind of stuttered down the length of it, taking the tops off all the ridges and bumps.
It took a second for me to realise what had happened, but then the pain kicked in and I screamed like, well, like a child that just shaved her tongue. With my tongue still stuck out as far as it would go.
My Dad always used to say that when he ran in I was spinning around spraying blood around with every breath and he near crapped himself as I had managed to cover pretty much every surface in range with a decent spray of saliva and blood. Looked horrific, and he had to grab me, hold me still and suffer a face-full of blood whilst I tried to explain (using my newly shredded tongue) just how stupid I had been.
Ice cubes and time... Ice cubes and time.
I was playing with my Dad's razor, pretending to shave and be all grown up (I was 5-6sh? Something like that) I got bored pretending to shave my face and for some reason I thought that it might be interesting to shave my tongue.
I have no idea why I thought this would be a good idea, but I gave that razor a long lick like it was the tastiest lollipop ever.
I managed to open up a whole bunch of cuts on my tongue as the razor kind of stuttered down the length of it, taking the tops off all the ridges and bumps.
It took a second for me to realise what had happened, but then the pain kicked in and I screamed like, well, like a child that just shaved her tongue. With my tongue still stuck out as far as it would go.
My Dad always used to say that when he ran in I was spinning around spraying blood around with every breath and he near crapped himself as I had managed to cover pretty much every surface in range with a decent spray of saliva and blood. Looked horrific, and he had to grab me, hold me still and suffer a face-full of blood whilst I tried to explain (using my newly shredded tongue) just how stupid I had been.
Ice cubes and time... Ice cubes and time.
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