Last August, I was prying some rotten boards off a bridge to replace them and after a particularly stubborn nail finally let go, I went flying off the side of the bridge, along with the pry bar, luckily, I threw the pry bar to one side just before I landed in 18 inches of muck. After crawling back onto the bridge and continuing bridge repairs, I hit my thumb with the hammer. After getting my breath back enough to scream and then screaming, I yelled "Oh bugger!" at the top of my lungs. Luckily, no nice British people were within earshot. The black spot on my thumb has almost reached the top now.