The worst that ever happened to me was losing my hearing for three days after watching The Hooters in my high school auditorium where they had amplification for Madison Square Garden.
Hit me in my bony chest, vertically, right between my bewbs.
He’s in the knife thrower’s hall of fame and you can see him look to see where I am and *thwock*, there it went.
Worst thing was that old theater’s springy floors.
They were wooden and literally pulsating from the music and I was wearing high heels.
Chuck kept trying to throw me bass picks at one point and I was nearly “bouncing” so badly I couldn’t catch them.
It was like standing on the edge of a trampoline while a mob of kids were playing in the middle.
I’m sure he thought I was “spayshul” or something.
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You must live near philly...