I had the dreadful experience of biting my tongue in half at the wee age of five. I was sitting at the dinner table with my family. My mother had made pumpkin pie. I remember taking a bite and leaning back in my chair feeling cheerful, on the verge of telling her how much I was enjoying said pumpkin pie. Next thing I know, im a bloodied and crying mess on my way to the ER. Only good thing to come of it was an abundance of ice cream and popsicles for a month. 

So if you would like to inform me and the rest of 11w's of your most repulsive injury, that would be swell of you. Maybe throw in some pictures too.