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i was playing 'stretch' with a friend, when i threw the dart it stuck in her head (im a poor aim) she should think herself lucky, we usually play with a knife and i couldnt find it
i was playing 'stretch' with a friend, when i threw the dart it stuck in her head (im a poor aim) she should think herself lucky, we usually play with a knife and i couldnt find it
Remind me never to play darts with you (or let you near knives, matches, ovens, etc. etc.) LOL
Originally posted by 2ndgenerationalteranView Post
hit my sister in the head with a base ball bat (in my defense she walked behind me after I swung)
I wish I had done that to my brother... repeatedly.
i painted one of my windows red, thinking it would look cool, like hell did it, im still scraping the paint off to this day.
burnt a joint of gammon thursday because i wasnt watching it, the pans a goner, wont to that again
1. You're supposed to paint the town red... he he he
2. In your defense, it's only a watched pot that never boils. Perhaps you need a nanny cam pointed at your stove so you can watch it without it knowing in order to keep it from misbehaving...
nanny cam thats a good idea, or better still buy a house closer to the fire station.
friend came round (he was decorating his place at the time) and said would i help him with two awckward bits i said sure, i went round, the two arckward (will someone please take pity on me and spell that word) bits turned out to be the living room and kitchen, never again
Going to Norway and climbing a mountain fully packed using the "summer route" - I associated summer with easy, it was the other way around, only in the summer it was a bit manageable to do... (I did it though)
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total b*stard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
Going to Norway and climbing a mountain fully packed using the "summer route" - I associated summer with easy, it was the other way around, only in the summer it was a bit manageable to do... (I did it though)[/QUOTE
You know those lighters in the car? You push the button, wait, and it pops, and you pull it out and you touch the cigarette with it? Well, I will not put my finger to that thing again.
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You know those lighters in the car? You push the button, wait, and it pops, and you pull it out and you touch the cigarette with it? Well, I will not put my finger to that thing again.
hahahahahhahahahahhahahahaa!!!!
I have another one, trying to extinguish a fire with sneakers, my sneakers caught fire...
The Iron never lies to you. You can walk outside and listen to all kinds of talk, get told that you're a god or a total b*stard. The Iron will always kick you the real deal. The Iron is the great reference point, the all-knowing perspective giver. Always there like a beacon in the pitch black. I have found the Iron to be my greatest friend. It never freaks out on me, never runs. Friends may come and go. But two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.
oh I've done so many stupid things, I don't even know where to start, but here it goes. I will never play catch using a rock instead of a ball(I was 9yrs old) got my head cracked open on one side, not only did I do it once, but I did it twice, I played with the same rock, and the same kid, got my head cracked open the second time around, on the opposite side of the first crack, I'm definitely not doing that again!
....I once lit a gas fireplace sometime after turning on the gas...there was a mild but rather unsettling fireball.
In my defense, I was rather young and had forgotten whether it was "turn on the gas, light the match" or "light the match, turn on the gas." I've never had a problem remembering since then.
Though it's still lots of fun to put copious amounts of lighter fluid on a charcoal grill and toss in a match....just from further away.
Is it just me or do all the people on this thread do something stupid with fire or cold liquid???
Use jewlers wire to cut wire bigger than 20 gauge. My hands don't deserve that treatment!!
Is it just me or do all the people on this thread do something stupid with fire or cold liquid???
Ah, we're all just little fire bugs at heart...
Hmm, there was the first time I made fried chicken (and the last btw). I bought a whole chicken, cut it up, and did all the stuff I was supposed to do to it. (Afterall, I had seen my mother and grandmother do it probably 10,000 times.) However, when it came time to fry it, it began to flame. (You should have seen the collard greens when I tried to cook them afterward. Yep, also flambe.) The only way I could successfully fry it sans flambe was to keep the lid on it. But, my guest was polite and ate it any way. What a trooper he was. (Yes, it was a guy, and yes, I was trying to impress him. Needless to say, it didn't work and I married someone else for whom I do not cook btw. But that is another story altogether.)
Let's see, did I tell you about my first Thanksgiving turkey? (It was also my last since I am now a vegetarian.) No, sorry to disappoint you, I did not catch it on fire, but that would have been cool though wouldn't it? Flaming turkey wings... La la la la la (as the old Pizza Hut holiday commercial went). No, what I did was I mixed confectioners' sugar with the drippings to make gravy not realizing it wasn't flour. Yes, that's right... Yuk! I didn't know the difference because I was too stupid to label the jars that I put stuff in in order to keep it fresh. So, my stupid thing is not labeling things in the kitchen. Fortunately, my husband wasn't in the mood for turkey that evening so it was just me who got the nasty surprise of the evening. I bet my face was priceless though.
So, needless to say, I gave up trying to cook meat unless it's in the microwave and comes with directions on the package. Vegetarianism is definitely a good fit for me. And my husband? Well, he cooks for himself. It's safer that way.
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