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When I was in kindergarten I walked into class and threw up all over the floor and while the teacher was in panic mode and cleaning me up another kid named Kenny came running around the corner and slipped in it and skidded across the floor6
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Couldn’t find an applicable thread so I made one. I was just remembering when I was like 13 and I begged my mom to let me buy a mail order home electrolysis hair remover. I’m sure it killed her to take my money and send in that check. Even more so when the thing didn’t arrive
until 8 months later.
Totally didn’t work.
I struggle to let my kids spend their money on stupid things but then I remember how my mom let me learn for myself.2 -
Reckoner69_lmao wrote: »When I was in kindergarten I walked into class and threw up all over the floor and while the teacher was in panic mode and cleaning me up another kid named Kenny came running around the corner and slipped in it and skidded across the floor
😂😂1 -
when i was in second grade i was doing that rocking back thing on my chair that we weren’t supposed to do and i fell like loud “bang” and smacked my head and i was terrified miss bentsen was going to yell at me but she ran over and picked me up and put me in her lap and hugged me while i was crying and all the other kids gathered around and kept asking “are you okay??” and honestly idk if i’ve ever felt more loved8
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sweet_ermengarde wrote: »when i was in second grade i was doing that rocking back thing on my chair that we weren’t supposed to do and i fell like loud “bang” and smacked my head and i was terrified miss bentsen was going to yell at me but she ran over and picked me up and put me in her lap and hugged me while i was crying and all the other kids gathered around and kept asking “are you okay??” and honestly idk if i’ve ever felt more loved
Way better than my second grade1 -
Reckoner69_lmao wrote: »When I was in kindergarten I walked into class and threw up all over the floor and while the teacher was in panic mode and cleaning me up another kid named Kenny came running around the corner and slipped in it and skidded across the floor
OMG, you killed Kenny!!3 -
One time a boy I liked was shoplifting stuff because he wasn’t raised right but anyway... he had the choice of giving me or this other girl the cool butterfly lighter and he gave it to me. 🥰🥰🥰 He ended up dating the other girl though 🙃2
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Yoshiboobs wrote: »One time a boy I liked was shoplifting stuff because he wasn’t raised right but anyway... he had the choice of giving me or this other girl the cool butterfly lighter and he gave it to me. 🥰🥰🥰 He ended up dating the other girl though 🙃
...but you were equipped to light everything on fire so I think you won3 -
Reckoner69_lmao wrote: »Yoshiboobs wrote: »One time a boy I liked was shoplifting stuff because he wasn’t raised right but anyway... he had the choice of giving me or this other girl the cool butterfly lighter and he gave it to me. 🥰🥰🥰 He ended up dating the other girl though 🙃
...but you were equipped to light everything on fire so I think you won
This is true but I didn’t have the maturity to do that at the time 😔1 -
Yoshiboobs wrote: »One time a boy I liked was shoplifting stuff because he wasn’t raised right but anyway... he had the choice of giving me or this other girl the cool butterfly lighter and he gave it to me. 🥰🥰🥰 He ended up dating the other girl though 🙃
i wonder if she was petty enough to bring up the lighter several times in future arguments5 -
sweet_ermengarde wrote: »Yoshiboobs wrote: »One time a boy I liked was shoplifting stuff because he wasn’t raised right but anyway... he had the choice of giving me or this other girl the cool butterfly lighter and he gave it to me. 🥰🥰🥰 He ended up dating the other girl though 🙃
i wonder if she was petty enough to bring up the lighter several times in future arguments
It’s probably the only reason they lasted4 -
sweet_ermengarde wrote: »Yoshiboobs wrote: »One time a boy I liked was shoplifting stuff because he wasn’t raised right but anyway... he had the choice of giving me or this other girl the cool butterfly lighter and he gave it to me. 🥰🥰🥰 He ended up dating the other girl though 🙃
i wonder if she was petty enough to bring up the lighter several times in future arguments
dis me5 -
one time when i was around 10 or so. me my brother and my cousin all went to spend the summer at my grandmothers house. we went swimming down at the lake one day around lunchtime when it was super hot already and it was great.
then i got this terrible burning sensation in my right eye. only my right one, not both or anything. felt like someone glassed it open. bailed out of the water and ran up crying to my grandma. she didn't see anything wrong with it other than it was really red, but i couldn't see out of it at all by that point. everything was blurry and blown out.
went to get eye drops then emergency trip to the doc, who said it was a slight chemical burn. apparently they'd had some boat races out at the lake the weekend before and one of them semi-wrecked somehow and ended up spilling oil and gas and crap in the water.
and then several days later i must have managed to swim through a random patch of that in the water still and only got it in one eyeball. at least that was his best guess as to what happened.
anyhow he gave me stronger eye drops and made me wear an eye patch for like a week and it got better.
this accounts for my thalassophobia i think.2 -
I was probably 12 years old and scored an entire brick of firecrackers.
My cousin, John, who was my same age, and I were lighting firecrackers and throwing them and each other and just goofin'.
My other cousin, Ron, was two years younger than us and we weren't letting him play with the firecrackers because we knew that he effed' up and did something stupid, his mom would beat my *kitten*.
He begged us to let him light some firecrackers. So, we gave him one with instructions to lay it on the ground light it and then back away.
Ron placed the firecracker on the ground and lit it as instructed; then he got stupid.
The wick was burning down and he decided it would be fun to pick it up and throw it
He got his arm all the way back into the throwing position before the firecracker exploded in his had and he ran back down the hill, screaming like.... well, like a 10 year old who had a lit firecracker explode in his candy grabber.
John and I looked at each other with that 'Oh *Kitten*' look in our eyes.
I, however, in the middle of Ron's panic forgot that I too had a lit firecracker in my hand.
When it exploded, I really didn't feel much pain; it was more of a surprise. I shook it off and followed Ron down the hill to dutifully accept my *kitten* beating from Ron's mom.5 -
Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.1 -
Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
But was your girlfriend?0 -
Then a couple of years later, I had another brick of fire crackers and we took them down by a small creek and were lighting them and throwing them at each other.
My friend, Jeff Davis, thought it would be fun it catch a frog and stick a lit fire cracker in it's mouth. I'm thinking, that the frog might protest such an endeavor but... well, it's a frog and we were 13 years old so.... *shrug
Jeff catches a frog. Jeff takes a firecracker and sticks it in the frog's mouth. He lights the firecracker and we all turn and run.
The wick burns down and just before going into the firecracker, it gets wet from the creek and fizzles out.
The frog is just sitting there, looking crosseyed at the firecracker, accepting it's cruel fate.
Jeff takes out the firecracker and tosses it into the creek. He takes another firecracker, puts it into the frog's mouth and lights it. We all run away.
Only this time, we don't run quite as far. Again, the wick burns down and just before going into the firecracker, it gets wet from the creek and fizzles out. Jeff takes out the firecracker and tosses it into the creek.
He tries it a third time. He lights the firecracker and we all just stand there waiting for it to fizzle out again; nobody even took a step back away from the frog. Then.... Bam!. The firecracker did what firecrackers do.
I look up and everyone is laughing. Jeff was wearing a plain white Fruit of the Loom t-shirt, and splattered all over the front of the shirt and up on the collar was what remained of the frog.
Chalk it up to instant karma.0 -
Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
But was your girlfriend?
I was 12.
I couldn't even spell grilfreind.3 -
I refuse to incriminate myself.0
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Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
I have boys. They are just like this. Every summer I purposely read them news stories about some dumbass who blew his junk off.2 -
Thetwitchisback wrote: »Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
I have boys. They are just like this. Every summer I purposely read them news stories about some dumbass who blew his junk off.
To be fair, I only played with the firecrackers that wouldn't blow my fingers off if mishandled.
Even as a 12 year old, I had a very healthy respect for anything larger than a regular sized firecracker.
Other kids would mess with M-80s, not me, not even close.3 -
Motorsheen wrote: »Thetwitchisback wrote: »Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
I have boys. They are just like this. Every summer I purposely read them news stories about some dumbass who blew his junk off.
To be fair, I only played with the firecrackers that wouldn't blow my fingers off if mishandled.
Even as a 12 year old, I had a very healthy respect for anything larger than a regular sized firecracker.
Other kids would mess with M-80s, not me, not even close.
yeah but that was back when quarter sticks and stuff were still actually terrifying. nowadays they're so watered down and even though you can make them yourself with stuff on amazon you'll end up on a watchlist if you try.3 -
Motorsheen wrote: »Thetwitchisback wrote: »Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
I have boys. They are just like this. Every summer I purposely read them news stories about some dumbass who blew his junk off.
To be fair, I only played with the firecrackers that wouldn't blow my fingers off if mishandled.
Even as a 12 year old, I had a very healthy respect for anything larger than a regular sized firecracker.
Other kids would mess with M-80s, not me, not even close.
yeah but that was back when quarter sticks and stuff were still actually terrifying. nowadays they're so watered down and even though you can make them yourself with stuff on amazon you'll end up on a watchlist if you try.
word on the street that our M-80s were equivalent to a quarter stick of dynamite.....
I don't know if that was true, but they sure sounded like it.2 -
Remember Columbia House... 10 CDs for a penny or something. My Mom was not impressed when she found out I signed up because I think each CD thereafter was over $20.5
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Motorsheen wrote: »Motorsheen wrote: »Thetwitchisback wrote: »Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
I have boys. They are just like this. Every summer I purposely read them news stories about some dumbass who blew his junk off.
To be fair, I only played with the firecrackers that wouldn't blow my fingers off if mishandled.
Even as a 12 year old, I had a very healthy respect for anything larger than a regular sized firecracker.
Other kids would mess with M-80s, not me, not even close.
yeah but that was back when quarter sticks and stuff were still actually terrifying. nowadays they're so watered down and even though you can make them yourself with stuff on amazon you'll end up on a watchlist if you try.
word on the street that our M-80s were equivalent to a quarter stick of dynamite.....
I don't know if that was true, but they sure sounded like it.
i think the old ones like that, the only difference was that they didn't have nitroglycerin in them, and they were smaller of course.0 -
That time when I was 5 and got a Lego tire stuck up my nose and had to go to the ER.4
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Miss_Chiev0us wrote: »That time when I was 5 and got a Lego tire stuck up my nose and had to go to the ER.
I took apart a little cardboard backed pinball game and thought I’d do a magic trick by putting the ball up my nose and pulling it out my ear. It worked great5 -
Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
Speaking of fires, I was burning some letters (you know, catharsis and stuff) when I realized I had nowhere to put the burning papers before the fire reached my fingers. So I threw it in the plastic bin (full of more papers and other flammable material). By the time the fire died down, the bin was melted out of shape. My mom blamed my gran who was a smoker and I never corrected her 😳🤫4 -
Versicolour wrote: »Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
Speaking of fires, I was burning some letters (you know, catharsis and stuff) when I realized I had nowhere to put the burning papers before the fire reached my fingers. So I threw it in the plastic bin (full of more papers and other flammable material). By the time the fire died down, the bin was melted out of shape. My mom blamed my gran who was a smoker and I never corrected her 😳🤫
For future reference, if you must do your cleansing burn in the house do it in the sink.4 -
Thetwitchisback wrote: »Versicolour wrote: »Motorsheen wrote: »Then there was the time I lit a cherry bomb in my bedroom and set the bedspread on fire.
Mom was not impressed.
Speaking of fires, I was burning some letters (you know, catharsis and stuff) when I realized I had nowhere to put the burning papers before the fire reached my fingers. So I threw it in the plastic bin (full of more papers and other flammable material). By the time the fire died down, the bin was melted out of shape. My mom blamed my gran who was a smoker and I never corrected her 😳🤫
For future reference, if you must do your cleansing burn in the house do it in the sink.
Lesson learned! These days I think only a bonfire would suffice!3
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