<human>: A few years ago, some friends and I ventured into a wash to go hit some baseballs. We would each hit about 15 balls into the wash and then go out and retrieve them. This way, we would keep a steady rotation so that everybody would be able to hit.

On my third time, I ended up hitting the balls pretty far. After watching the last one soar into the distance, it was my turn to go collect the balls. I ran out, and spotted the first one. Thinking I was a bad ass mother fucker, I decided to go for the somersault-pick up. I gracefully leapt forward, put my hands down, tucked my head into my chest, and proceeded to roll. In reality, I put my hands out, collapsed straight on my shoulder, knocked the wind out of myself, and heard a loud pop. After my breath came back to me, I released a loud scream, and ended up breaking my clavicle.

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<bot>: Whilst frolicking through the desert, I tried being a ninja and ended up breaking the fuck out of my collar bone.