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Credit must be given to Dov Skipper for his valiant efforts to avoid the dreaded BCG jab.
As we all remember, there was an initial jab which would inflame should the antibodies in question already be in place. For a fortunate few, this meant no actual BCG.
Dov came up with the idea of artificially inflaming his test jab. So he spent a week attacking the test spot on his wrist with an arsenal of pencils, drawing pins, fingernail etc. The result was not so much an inflamation as a gaping Richey Manic style lesion.
The nurse wasn't convinced that he was already super-immune, and that his massive trauma was the product of really fucking kick-ass antibodies.
approved Sep 23 2003, submitted Sep 23 2003 by Phil Jeffcott
After receiving his BCG, Duncan Horn proudly declared, "now I can't get arachnophobia".
approved Oct 9 2003, submitted Oct 9 2003 by Name Withheld
In certain circles (such as the US Military), B.C.G. stands for birth control glasses, referring to the thick lensed and framed specs that could prevent most anybody from being pulled. Nerd Glasses.
approved Dec 11 2003, submitted Nov 7 2003 by anonymous user
"You can't hit me on my BCG," declared my younger sister confidently, "it's too small."
I fucking could. First try. YES.
approved Aug 12 2005, submitted Aug 11 2005 by Alana S
Geography class with Mr Pickering was always full of anticipation and excitement, as we tried to predict just when and why Dean would be thrown out of class.
During BCG week he managed to top all his previous efforts (swearing, fighting, general arsing about) by eating his BCG scab. Although I still almost vomit at the thought of it, it made a change from oxbow lakes.
approved Sep 25 2005, submitted Aug 24 2005 by Unknowing Village Girl
On the morning of our BCG, a huge mass panic was caused by the rumour that Jemma Holt had tensed her arm muscles mid-injection and snapped off the needle. Later versions of the story included the nurse being forced to remove the broken end with a pair of pliers. This caused a wave of hyperventilation, tears and fainting affecting around a third of the year, who all had to be laid out on mats in the gym until they had calmed down.

Not from an inner city comprehensive, then. They're all used to the sight of needles these days thanks to incredible amounts of intravenous drug use. According to Francis Bloody Gilbert, anyway. - Matt.
approved Jun 13 2007, submitted Dec 26 2006 by hongdo gaypants
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