Don't think I've shared this here before. When I was like 11 or 12 I was dicking around with my friends making baking soda and vinegar bombs, you know when you fill a water bottle with said ingredients and seal it off and wait for the fun to happen? Well we ran out of water bottles, and thought "hey, more bottle more better right?!" so we used a 2 litre pop bottle. The problem is, those things are pressure rated, so it doesn't go off on its own. Cue the stick poking, kicking, and eventually throwing. It was a blast, and then came my turn again to have a click at the plastic cat. So I overhead throw it like donkey kong, but by the will of the gods it lands perfectly in the cap: reference figure one for an accurate example:
So yes, the 2L goes rocketing towards me at approximately Mach 10, heading straight for below the belt. BUT. Time freezes. My life, and the life of my future childrens', flashes before my eyes. I feel my pupils dilate, the blood coursing through every capillary, and I summon the ninja-level strength and agility to leap out of the way. I'm saved! ...except for my knee. The way I got the dangerous targets out of the line of fire requires me to somehow flail my leg up and put the side of my knee into the path.
And so it strikes.
It was about a third full of vinegar, so it felt about like a medium baseball bat swing right to the nerves and bones around in there. The only evidence remaining is a photo I found in a a backup of my moms phone, here's the bruise after about two or three days I think:
Note how that's the pattern of the bottom of the 2L bottles. Or the flowers in the sky in Bikini Bottom. Or Hawaiian shorts.
so yeah. that's the story of the week.