I have a dumb injury story...as my friends may have figured out by now, I am incredibly accident prone.
In junior high I was at youth camp and we decorated our cabin every year. One year I brought Christmas lights and we hung them around the cabin. So one night we were having a session in our little space and I decided we needed some Christmas lights...so I go to plug them in.
Turns out my friend Elizabeth had hung her bathing suit over her metal bunk to let it dry, and it had been dripping into a huge puddle on the floor. Right in front of the outlet.
Barefoot I walk right into the puddle and without thinking about it, plug in the lights. I got the shock of my life! I have electrocuted myself several times but this was the worst. I felt so STUPID! Who in the hel1 stands in water and plugs in something electric?! ME!
As a freshman in college I was asked to play Santa Claus at the freshman dance. No problem - hours or girls sitting on my lap getting their pictures taken.... heaven!
Now, I happened to have a date planned with a Sophmore later that cold snowy December night. During the hours as Santa I had a tremendous ammount of gas building up... and of course I could not let any escape during the dance. Came time for me to leave and go to my dorm to change for the date... Still dressed as Santa I left the dance and rushed out the door to the staircase heading down to the sidewalk. In my rush I hit a patch of ice and litteraly flew through the air, over ALL of the steps and landing on the sidewalk below... as I hit the ground the large gas bubble that had been brewing all night exploded - VERY loudly. As I lay there on the ice covered sidewalk, dazed and gas free, who should be standing a few feet away....
you guessed it - the girl I was going out with that night... yikes, how embarassing!
Therefore - the Flying Farting Santa story was born.
A follow-up... we did go on that date. She puked on my red adidas high tops and we went on to date for two years... what a start to it all!!!
Edited by Scrap Man on 04-24-10 09:46 AM. Reason for edit: No reason given.
ROFL, gotta luv a little buns I'm changing it to have my little quote going across Bene - yep I am a cheeseball dork!
I did have a moment of shock though, my niece and I were grocery shopping... and looking in the frozen meats..... yes.... same pose as bene in the buns photo...... rabbit.... frozen... skin off... my lovely niece just grab/hugged me and we slowly walked away.... I know people eat them, not knocking it, but really did not need the visual on it!!
I used to work with several buyers. There was a women who purchased "bags" that behaved so badly then when it was time for her going away party (due to a transfer) everyone who worked with her refused to go to the party and it had to be cancelled.
In a e-mail I was trying to type "bag buyer" when referring to her but it ended up the "HAG buyer" and was sent to a dozen different people. Not only did I not get in trouble several responded I totally agree and know what you mean...
one time it was really late at night and my family and i were watching that show "i shouldn't be alive" on tv. it was this real interesting story about how these people were kayaking and they got swept into this cave and the water was beating them up against the rocks and dragging them under. their kayaks got ripped to shreds and the current was so strong they couldn't swim out of the cave. anyway, my whole family decided to go to bed. my dad asked me if i was going or if i was gonna stay up and finish watching the show. my response was "i gotta know if they make it out alive!" dad just asked me what the name of the show was and walked away laughing. i felt really dumb!